is it true? that every breath of Mine I generously share with you, makes you a better man? or are you just so devoted? deprived? that you would tongue at the air as if it was an instrument for Me to entertain My ears, My breasts, My feet.
Reminder on this Trans Day of Visibility, that is is a generous gift on My part to allow your starved eyes to feast on My face, My figure, My grace, My power.
Today I am asking cis dommes who make their careers topping, pegging, temporarily wearing a dick, or otherwise emulating possibly the most fetishized part of the transfeminine experience, to make a point to provide material support to trans women.
Last night I had to euthanize My son. I’m mourning but I am still on My way to New York.
I expect everyone who’s booked to be on their best behavior, and to spoil Me beyond repair.