“you saved my life” and it’s just they/them bear pussy

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Can someone with Sniffies Pro host a Cumdump event 6-9pm tonight at my gallery? Thank you

i wish i wasn’t such a fuckin reply dog for these ppl that literally don’t care if i live or die lmao but i can’t help it i want to tell u how hot u are

Gav sits at a table with a birthday cake in front of them. They’re leaning forward, eyes closed and head tilted, cradled in their hand. They’re smiling contently, bathed in warm firelight while the background lighting is a radioactive green in contrast.

Gav sits at a table with a birthday cake in front of them. Their head is thrown back in laughter, with a rarely captured full open-mouth smile. They are bathed in warm firelight while the background lighting is an oceanic blue-green in contrast.

26 🎂🥳

The war crimes I get away with by
looking cute and approachable and inoffensive.

A sensory deprivation tank but the water is Kalamata olives.

Thank you!! Trying to grow it out, as futile as the effort may be. But I’m liking it too.

Gav takes a selfie. They’re leaning to the side, head tilted to rest against their fist as they look into the camera. They’re wearing a sweatshirt over a collared shirt, as well as suspenders.

I’ll be in Portland this weekend :)

I’m thankful for curry powder and being gay in that order

go piss girl i mean they

Gav takes a picture of themselves in the mirror. They’re dressed for a cowboy theme: whip around the shoulders, hat on head, bandana around neck, flannel, jeans, and white tank top. To top it all off, a little cow is sticking out of their shirt pocket.

back in the saddle, so to speak 🤠🐮

Gav stands, facing the camera in a maroon cotton Renaissance Faire-style shirt. The shoulder closest to the camera has a leather pauldron of dark green scales. It’s a beautiful day at the Renn Faire, and they’re giving the camera a tight grin with a squint.

corporate-forced rebrand. it’s still me.

being stuck at home with covid during your city’s Pride weekend should merit being compensated five thousand dollars i think

👏👏👏

Same.

thanks for having me!!!!!! 🥹🫶 already excited for next time

yes bestie

Oh, it’s certainly not irrelevant lol. It was multiple times, too.

For that (and many other reasons) I’m glad that I’m not dependent on or talking with her anymore. ❤️‍🩹

So grateful to have had you there every step of the way, my love ❤️

Please, don’t use “clean” or “dirty” in the context of HIV. PLEASE do not fetishize an HIV diagnosis. And, lastly, please love yourself enough to believe in yourself. Have hope. You can do hard things.

Being HIV+ doesn’t strain my life nowadays. Thankfully, all my labs are normal, and I am reverent and grateful for my health. I have a great relationship with my care team. I go to the dentist! I got glasses!! I’m taking care of my body!!!

If Gav from a year ago could see me, they would weep.

I certainly wouldn’t be here without modern medicine. That rings true loudly, less than 2 weeks after World AIDS Day.

I reached undetectable status in a little over a month. I consider myself so lucky to have community, ad well as a caring healthcare team. Both of them kept me alive and hopeful.

I’ve grown a lot since then, and have kept that unconditional love at the forefront of my mind.

I’m independent. I’m surrounded by a loving community that I think of as my family. I’ve worked through the shame, and have reclaimed my autonomy to take my health into my own hands.

My friend told me that I was strong; one of the strongest people that he knew. I was a light in his life that he couldn’t imagine being gone. He admired me— I couldn’t fathom hearing that, right then. He reminded me that I was loved, and deserved love no matter what; even when I make mistakes.

The second time I cried about it was to my friend over FaceTime.

I told him how much of a fuck-up I was, and how I felt like such a failure; that all of my parents’ distrust and doubt in me was justified.

The first time that I cried about it was on the couch, facing my boyfriend.

I confessed that I wanted to turn to my parents— my father, whom I haven’t spoken to in 10 years, and my mother, a medical professional who blocked me from getting on PrEP— and say “Mom, Aba, I’m scared, please help me.”