Bulge
Packing makes me feel powerful. It’s not that I need a dick between my legs to prove that I’m a man – I don’t. But I do stand taller and more solid in my gender when there’s a bulge in my underwear. Oh, and I feel hot as fuck too.Read More →
Packing makes me feel powerful. It’s not that I need a dick between my legs to prove that I’m a man – I don’t. But I do stand taller and more solid in my gender when there’s a bulge in my underwear. Oh, and I feel hot as fuck too.Read More →
I’m trying to actually do the thing where I just post a photo without all of my words and anxieties, so here is a nude in yellow.Read More →
“And the more I hold myself close and fully embrace who I am, the more I dream, the more my heart grows and the more I thrive.” ~ Elliot PageRead More →
This week, in celebration of the five-fucking-hundredth week of Sinful Sunday, we were encouraged us to be our most fabulous photography sexy selves. So – obviously – I got naked in an autumn graveyard.Read More →
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