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Noooo bro you don’t get it!! It’s not fucking weird, this collar just REALLY defines my jaw, bro. You GOTTA try it

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honestly, an extremely important part of accepting my sexuality and preventing myself from any further shame about being a pervert (har har, catholic upbringing to bdsm pipeline) has been internalizing that I can have both of my ideal futures.

I can find a partner with whom I can share my wild sexual desires, someone with whom I fully trust my doghood in—who could drug me and muzzle me without me fearing for my own safety—and whom in turn could trust me to stick needles in them or beat them into submission. I could find someone who could be as depraved as I am and love them for it while still keeping a domestic, sweet romantic relationship with. In the same night we push our bodies to the brink for the sake of a scene we could be tender and kind. I could bake sweets for them which they’d barely be able to stop eating and we could take them out on a picnic with us. We could fall asleep in each others’ arms and they could rave to me about their passions with the same earnestly as I do my own. They could be my muse both in the bedroom and in my art. We could read each other just as well in stressful situations as in scenes.

I know this is very obvious, but much of my thought process with sex was that it could only ever exist strictly outside of true and genuine love. That I could never hike with and dine with someone who makes me cum. It was all very “secret second life” thinking that made me miserable in both scenarios, so internalizing that they can be one in the same relationship seriously lifted a lot of my guilt and shame surrounding my sexual endeavors.

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rule #1 of wound care

never cauterize what you can sodomise

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Prior to going on t, I was 100% terrified of needles. If I was getting a vaccine or blood test done I’d need someone there with me, a hand to squeeze, a voice to calm my increasingly vocal anxiety.

Now, every shot is a borderline erotic experience. I look forward to every Sunday at 11:11 am, a time I chose for its holy nature, a time I dirty with my lustful addiction to testosterone. It’s to the point where I wish I could inject myself everyday. Not just for the beautiful way it affects my body, but also for the arousal I experience every time my needle breaks skin and enters my subcutaneous fat. Who wouldn’t want to experience the erotic sensation of self-love?

These days it’s grown into something much more than just the desire I feel for forcing my body into a more masculine version of itself. It’s the desire for the puncture. Into my skin, into yours, both fill me with excitement.

If I feel so handsome, so turned on by my love piercing my body, giving the thought a feeling, would you not also enjoy it? Would you look forward to me carving your skin into something more than itself? Would you experience the same arousal from being turned from mere man to a breathtaking artwork? A masterpiece so holy it’d be put up in the Vatican?

Imagine how beautiful you’d be, an angel with expansive metal wings, a Jesus-figure dripping blood from your skull, a monster with claws jutting out from your face and arms. People would praise your likeness wherever you went. Though I may be the artist you entrust with your vision, the one you so willingly give your body over to, it would be you the masses would adore for having become something so—so otherworldly!

Do you trust me?

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They should let me into frat parties as the guest stranger so I can play gay chicken and just start fucking men in denial

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I love how stupid being hard makes me. I can’t nor should need to think of anything except how best to fuck you.

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How’s puppy doing?

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feral dogtops in muzzles. feral dogtops snarling and growling as they rut into you harder and faster, nearly bruising your cervix because they're so frustrated they can't bite you as they fuck you into oblivion. feral dogtops pressing the muzzle into your neck because it's the closest they can get to having their mouth on your skin.

muzzled feral dogtops.

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Mad fucked up I don’t have anyone to smoke weed with while shirtless on a roof. I look so fucking sexy right now for that exact purpose

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I’m sorryy about my fuckable waist and perky tits and big arm and major depression (recurrent). This could be you too mentally ill dog boys.

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#momsagainsttrans They didn’t tell my poor darling girl that testosterone would make her a porn addict!

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I’m at the point where I must be so obvious about how attracted to him I am. He walks by me and I instinctively inhale, trying to catch any scrap of his scent at all. It’s just so sweet and calming, reducing me to the dumb fuck dog I am deep down, it’s all I can do to swallow the drool rapidly forming in my mouth. It makes it so very hard for me to think about anything other than him and me and us and fucking him until he’s as stupid as I am, blabbering nothingness with that pretty mouth with tears rolling down his eyes. I could close my eyes, sit near him and just breathe for hours without getting bored. Wouldn’t need to say a damn word, I’d just be lost in him.

His damn hips too, they’d make it so easy to grab him from behind, maneuver him to my side to hold or in front of me to control. I’m not usually an ass guy either, but I just want to hold him by his against a wall as I kiss him, kneading into him every time.

im so damn cooked for this mf

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Fuccckkk imagining him pulling me in by my carabiner to kiss me. Imagining him toying with it while I grab at his gorgeous hair and neck, treating it like the erogenous zone it is. Want him to pull me closer, needy and begging by it. Well of course I’ll give you my thigh when you ask like that, beautiful boy

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this guy’s fucking PHEROMONES got me acting up. dog down embarrassing style

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T is giving me hands that get veiny at the slightest provocation while still somewhat letting my bones protrude. This has of course led me to the logical conclusion that I must work my hands day and night until they become so thick, veiny, and visibly powerful that poor boys like you have no choice but drool at the sight of them, imagining me wrapping them around your throat.

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Are you a dog person or a dog person?