Tanis Nikana

I’ll take the middle third of the Winnebago, just carve it out and drop it on Nick Fuentes’ lawn, thanks.

Nothing, his hands were fine, he was just horsin’ around.

Ah, yet more inharmable cylinders found to be encased in containers, lined with (checks notes) microwaved banana.

This is because you’ve accepted a meeting that happens at a location not in the building; for example, someone else’s PTO reminder that they’ve invited you to. Decline that invitation, and you’re fine.

I’m an author of two books, and whenever someone asks me for a copy (or even says they want to read it), I straight-up hand them a free ebook. I just want people to read me.

Jason Pargin is a goddamn hero.

Asexual and sex-repulsed married lesbian here. Although I love my wife romantically very much, I don’t want to do anything to her chest.

My brain instinctively rejects that image. Not cause it isn’t accurate; it’s showing what it’s supposed to.

But really, that the shape of it is hostile and threatening and it looks vaguely biological and some creepy shit gets sent up and down my spine about it.

As a trans woman, cool. Real fuckin’ cool.

My worst fears got written down by someone else.

I don’t wanna get shot.

I wanna die of old age.

wait wait wait, lemmy get this right

The pun was there the whole time!