I don’t feel like I’m in my forties, until I think about what it’s like to flirt with someone in their twenties, and then I hunch over and grow liver spots and stamp my cane until someone brings me puréed beef.
But seriously, I may be in the second half of my life, but I’m still adorable as heck. Plus HRT rolls back a decade.
When I’m eighty, I’m gonna be a badass tranma. 🐢


Oh I don’t dare try that, I got my wife and my girlfriend and that’s plenty for me.
But flirting with the yoooouuuuuuth on the internet? On Lemmy? Not happening. Not even when they flirt with me.
I’m taking this “not being a creep thing” to my grave.
What are you, some kind of… girls… dragon?