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Saoirse Victoria Stone 🏳️⚧️
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Really good breakdown of an experience way too many of us deal with.
Listen, I do love my mom, but it’s like this:
My mother fancies herself a good Christian woman.
I, however, am a transexual lesbian pervert. (I’m not suggesting all trans girls or all lesbians are perverts, it’s just that I’m lowkey a FREAK)
My mother is in denial of all three parts.
My mother is insisting that I show her how to download a copy of my book.
And folks, I am running out of ways to sidestep her.
Buy my new book!
It’s rad, I worked really hard on it, and I’m frankly dying to talk about this sad gay fantasy with someone other than my wife.
Now, by my standards, there’s nothing that wild in the book. But my mom hasn’t watched an R rated movie since Passion of the Christ came out. She doesn’t like depictions of consensual, heterosexual, marital sex, because she thinks that’s a private matter. She doesn’t approve of cursing.
Meanwhile, my book includes:
-evil allegorical Christians
-a young man losing his faith as he becomes a soldier
-murder
-a little body horror
-a man getting torn in half and eaten by an ancient god-thing
-an extra dimensional gay bar
-explicit lesbian sex
-violent transgenderism
-war crimes
we are once again asking for badder bitches
And it should be noted that in ten days my wife and I are supposed to stay with my parents for a week while we’re between apartments.
Oh and my author blurb references my wife. And uh…I never told my parents I went and got gay married.
this is a great piece and i really appreciate moises not just talking about the gameplay of this moral trashfire
