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Demigirl/demiwoman I really only fall between feeling gender neutral and feeling like a woman. It is in flux, but even my most masculine look never makes me feel masculine. Facial hair just makes me feel gross, even when groomed. Seriously considering HRT, but don't feel any disdain toward my body as is, so weighing the option really feels difficult to make.

I said you're holding back. She said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny She said UWU Shut up and dance with me!

Also how dare you not fix the spacing between the first two pairs of parentheses before sharing.

Not sure if you're trying to build an actual religion, or are making fun of religion.

All their money is invested in the gay bar. It's basically a very gay company store.

When I make friends I make them from flesh. Sometimes I add blood. Sometimes I only give them teeth.

Usually I just drink all the miniatures I brought in my Ziploc bag while scrolling through Twitter.

My job pays for a portion of gym memberships (fifty percent, up to 40 dollars), which is a better, non-competitive, and more rewarding incentive to be active. I can imagine people practicing some unsafe habits for whatever prize exists. And people's bodies gain and lose weight differently. Some people are at a natural advantages while others are at a natural disadvantage.

Ironically, sounds like a rather unhealthy contest to promote in a workplace.

I make a braying mule sound so spot-on you can feel it deep inside you, can feel it climb the columns of your spine to the back of your neck. Nine out of ten doctors recommend it for achieving the best orgasm you've ever had.

Some of my favorites are sentimental. Others look good as hell on me

I can't believe you deadnamed a pizza.

Toasting your bagel

Eat ass for fast cash and for the occasional everything bagel with plain cream cheese.

I skip the foreplay and give them conjunctivitis with little to no words exchanged.

I was once in a Huffington Post photo feature because I said yes to some rando on Myspace years ago. The photo features me playing my accordion. I took a selfie with Salman Rushdie. I asked him to do duck face. He would not. My wedding was a surprise wedding disguised as a going away party. I got married to get housing more easily in grad school. My spouse and I have been married for four years.

You said right now so

The fire marshal isn't too sure about that

I work at a bar near my city's bus terminal, so while imagination is fine for figuring out what that's like, consider that I'd rather tell you about the guy who did whipits, passed out against our alleyway's emergency exit with the recycle bin pulled over him like a blanket, and effectively locked me in at closing until I was forced to call 911, because he was too fished out to respond to me banging against the door and hollering.

Girthbound

Chop Suey because it's a great song for karaoke

Aaron Carter played at my alma mater not long ago. He took shirtless selfies in one of the public restrooms.

Backstreet Boys, Into The Millennium Tour, October 26 1999