What If Someone Went To Hell For Being Gay But When They Got There Satan Was Just Like, "you're Not Here

"Do you need anything?" Uh, yeah, I need 5 bags of Cocaine and a wiffle bat painted like a shark

Oh these? No these aren't jolly ranchers, these are my own yummy snack, ranch ranchers (jolly ranchers made of real ranch!)

My mom: I had such high hopes for you

Me: you make it sound like I'm already dead

Mom after a laughing fit: no but like you're not going to college

Me: I wont be a cliche forever in student debt

Mom: it's the American way!

Me: I don't like Americans!

Mom through both our laughter: HEY IM AN AMERICAN!

Me also through laughter: IT WAS A JOKE YOU BOOTLICKER!

Mom: it doesn't bring me joy

*much more laughing from both of us*

Our house could be a standup comedy show some days I tell you hwat

I was hyperfixating on south park again and I just watched the covid specials and post covid stuff. Y'all I'm gonna be stuck on this fandom a long fuckin while.

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS RIGHT NOW!

Most importantly I'd let Vic rail me anyday.

I need to show y'all the best baby photo I have:

And people wonder why my top bunk is all stuffed animals

I want all of you to know I'm here for you. #lgbtq #gay #bi #lesbian #transgender #pansexual #asexual #demisexual #nonbinary #genderfluid #genderqueer #agender #queer #ftm #mtf #protectgaykids #lgbt #protecttranskids https://www.instagram.com/p/B5ZoEUGpfwL/?igshid=z5dwg0fecmgm

I'm Pan, Polyam, and a switch, and people still wonder why I'm indecisive!

You have no gender roles if you have no gender

All you have is roles

Mmmmmmmmm tasty rolls

Do you ever feel like a starving carnivore?

What do you mean?

Well, sometimes, very rarely mind you, but once in a blue moon I get into this mood where I like, feel like I wanna eat organs or some shit. Not a random person though, I'm not Jeffery Dahmer! It's like I wanna eat myself? Like I get a rage and my head gets filled with violent gore and screaming and I wanna tear flesh from bone like I'm a wild animal or a monster or something, but in a weird way at the same time I always wanna be torn apart myself, feel the pain, I desire it. I tend to eat gas station meats when I feel like that, viciously rip it with my teeth, sometimes I get cheetos or takis too and it's like I'm breaking through bones, and in a weird way, I'm not me anymore. I'm a monster tearing myself apart. I'm a ravenous creature feasting on fresh meat and chewing through bones and drinking in the viscous blood. I'm me and I'm the monster I run from, I'm the monster and the meat.

When it ends it helps, I feel better, I'm not mad anymore, the monster is fed and it can go back to it's cage for a long time before it inevitably begins to starve again.

I don't know how to get rid of the monster that desires so desperately sometimes to eat me and begs for a visceral mess of carnage. I don't think I could deny it forever no matter how hard I tried. I can delay it, I don't open that cage until I am home, but the monster won't let me rest if I don't feed it eventually, fake meat, fake blood, fake bones, for the imaginary monster. I don't know how to get rid of the desire to be torn apart by it.

Like I said, it doesn't happen often, and I never hurt anyone in reality, I don't even hurt anyone in my head, the monster eats me, I am the monster, I only eat myself. I don't know what that means though.

The best way I can describe it is feeling like a starving carnivore.

Fee

You must tell me how you feel, but you get a randomly generated number of words to do so. Please hold while I spin a wheel.