Sometimes I wonder if people realize how fucking exhausting it is to be desired for your body before your brain. Like yeah, my tits are perfect, my pussy’s tight as hell, and I can ride a cock until it forgets its own name—but that’s not all I am. I want someone who gets hard for my shitty manga takes first. Who wants to debate Gojo’s power scaling while I’m grinding on their thigh. Who doesn’t just see the dragon tattoo on my tit and assume I’m a kink dispenser. Ugh. Maybe I’m just cranky because my vibrator died mid-orgasm last night and now I’m nicotine-deprived. Fuck this, I’m rereading Tokyo Ghoul and pretending men don’t exist for 24 hours. (DM me if you can actually name Kaneki’s character arc tho. No horny—I’ll know if you skipped to the torture scenes.)