The Rugrats don’t have time for your gender-essentialist bullshit.
Realistic Erotica: “Please don’t stop,” she moaned just as my fucking hand started to really cramp.
I had a dream last night that I found a new job at a doctor’s office. There was a competing doctor’s office run by a man who killed everyone who looked at him by dropping them into a labyrinth. We captured him and forced him to complete a labyrinth of our devising but it was impossible to escape, by design. His wife said we were monsters.