@doingthatwrong.bsky.social
Wow, universe. When I’m in my hoochie daddy shorts this is what you want to tell me? I’ll need affirmation via butt pics, stat. I’ll start.
The bulge is bulging. And it wasn’t even bulge day. It was in fact back and bis day.
I’m no longer trusting that you have big legs until I see a video. AI being rampant is not an excuse to bring back good old ‘shopping.
The gains are all coming together. Recomp done. Time to start getting back to measurements.
Need to measure if my arm is bigger than my head yet/how much more to go.
It is 96°F, so it’s time to use that living in California privilege and head to the beach.
Dating men story time: just finished making out in his enormous Dodge Ram, that he shares is to make up for being 5’5, he goes on to tell me he wants kids so he can learn empathy.
I don’t care what they say about this season of Euphoria, see how self-destructive straights can be is wonderful.
Oh you’re mad about the results of a performative beauty pageant? My take: tell me how you perform better than a drag queen, a performer, who also happens to be into your niche thing?
Feeling thicc but also because it’s twink town right now at the gym. “Cindy this is bones!”
I can’t stop checking out my Scott Summers Phoenix Five tattoo.
Just because I’m distracted shaming AI slop doesn’t mean I don’t have time to unfollow or hit the block button on your ‘shopped muscles. Thought we left that in prepandemic times.
Best part of biking to work after being asked to wear longer shorts (homophobic, I know)? Visible jockstrap lines.
Tried to put on my little lace number from @strapp-metal.bsky.social and test out the Dore look. I gave up for now, I got sweaty after 5 attempts at figuring out up from down, and inside from outside.
Been healing the first tattoo but we’re back at it. Name that reference for a smooch.