🐊 Gateau 🧀
@gateaupardeux.bsky.social
Personal/Suggestive 🔞 account for a gator who likes food, spooky stuff, and any moment of time between working too much! Male, He/Him, Gay, 35. ☀️Orlando🌴 ✨🐊✨ Likes/Follows may still be NSFW 🫣
Past 3am laying in bed thinking about how much I love my friends and want to do stupid domestic simple shit with them. Let's go to Costco and stock up on toilet paper and peanut butter. Let's go buy art supplies together. Let's make some sandwiches to eat while folding laundry.
Side note to today: the teenager who scanned my ticket into the fair complimented me on my rainbow shirt and pointed to the progress flag patch on their shorts. I smiled and said, "That's awesome!" That's who I wear queer symbols for: others who need to know there's other people out there like them.
I love it when friends understand!! I feel seen, heard, known, embraced! Let me tie you up and just set you on the floor and have to turn the tv volume up because you're struggling too loudly. Don't let me catch you sneaking a picture of my feet I have propped on the table or I might take them down.
...I think he just enjoys the loose sleeves An alt comfier outfit for Poli, haven't drawn this poss in a while 💜
I need to have someone in a fursuit hug me. I need to be the someone in a fursuit hugging someone. Aut viam inveniam aut faciam.
Motivation and morale excruciatingly low for a day I planned on doing all kinds of stuff: writing, working on art, cleaning, actually eating something today, coordinating future plans. At least I showered..! I promise that after this little whiny post I'll dive into doing ONE of these things 🐊💦
its fun to think about the kinks you don't have but you can like, Get Them. you see the territory and the code of it all and it might hit adjacent territory and its fun to be like im not jerking to it but i get why you're crazy for this
If you ain't drawing with your tits and toes out then what are you doing
In my underwear painting, eating cheese, and teasing friends while making plans to realize future dreams. Surrounded by things I love, art from passionate freaks, mementos of times full of freedom with friends, reminders that what I like is right and true. How can my mood ever be down?
Complicated feelings and I don't know who to talk to so instead I'm trying out some paints because what hope is there if not for art?
I physically start tearing myself apart when I'm anxious or thinking too much and I really gotta stop because it's going to kill me some day
Productive chore day is quickly turning into staring at the ceiling thinking day, I gotta do something about it and get moving doing something
Gotta find more effective ways to communicate that my asexuality and particular taste in kinks and aversion to most physicality doesn't go away if you use puppy dog eyes and say please and hold an imagined obligation over me. It's hard enough as it is feeling like I'm deficient in some way.
If you ain't drawing with your tits and toes out then what are you doing
