dreamed i was doing nangs with my mum and she was quite clearly a pro

bluesky is nauseatingly sincere. you people need to learn how to be silly in a convoluted, self aware, irreverent, thrill-seeking way. where is the hedonism what about the erotics of it all and where the fuck is the open bar.

case in point.

one woman’s draconian censorship is another woman’s “tastemaking”

hopefully i will be able to carefully manipulate the trajectory of online humour to align perfectly with my own sense of humour, thus becoming the funniest girl in the world.

starting a new microblogging platform in which posts are called craics and if they’re not funny they get deleted. i decide whether or not they’re funny. there is no appeal process.

(covered in blood being pried from the industrial document shredder by emergency services) look mum no hands!

fellas is it gay to put your feet on another man to warm them up?

are anyone’s feet ever the right temperature? like this tweet if you have thermally comfortable tootsies rn. i sure don’t.

“undercroft”

can’t wait to post about sex drugs and rock and roll to a degree i’m comfortable with being attached to my legal name on a public platform.