Soph

@soaphie.bsky.social

Beautiful woman of transsexual experience

*flashing badge to the bartender* Heard reports you're serving alcohol to age regressors here, you're aware that the legal drinking age is 21 years old and that you could lose your liquor licence over this, correct?

Interrupting the judge announcements at prerelease to ask for a moment of silence for the fact that I'm cutting Heartfire Hero from my cube today

On one hand pride events not scheduled in June are awesome because it means the weather isn't miserable, on the other hand dressing like a total slut when it's 70 degrees out and overcast feels kinda wrong

If you're a doll on grindr with a good sense of style I probably won't try and hook up with you but I will absolutely ask where certain pieces of an outfit are from so I can hijack your style

Having your therapists personal cell phone number is really nice for emergency situations, like needing to ask if you'd look good with a medusa piercing at 10pm

I may not lift more than the random dudes at my gym but at least I'm hitting deeper than 90 degrees on my squats unlike every gym bro ever

The most compelling case for polyamory I've found so far is being in my girlfriend's steam family so I can play their partners copy of Star Wars Zero Company

Life hack - if you forget to take your meds for a few days you build up a reserve of executive function that will be unlocked the next day that you remember to take them

I really hope Shen isn't good because if somebody plays the overnumbered legend against me I'm about get an unsportsmanlike for licking his armpit

I'm a little bit late on this, but a poem I wrote over the winter was published in a local zine recently 🥲 incredibly cool to own a physical copy of something I wrote alongside work from a bunch of other poets who have inspired me to write

A picture of a zine folded open to a poem called "I Wish I Could Have Read this in New York" by Sophie Schmidt. The poem reads as follows

Six months until you’re cleared to get fucked
In your custom interior, with its heated leather seats
Three months until anal apparently
But I hear its not as good once things get moved around
You can get eaten out as soon as the wounds close
But I wouldn’t know (I’m scared of letting anyone but her taste)

“Have you tried for orgasm yet?”
Is what they asked at one week
As if
As if I was bored enough
Or desperate enough
Or lonely enough

I knew a girl once who used her wand too soon, her shit fell apart
Frayed at the edges and unraveled at the seams
The vibrations caused it to unfold and spill out
And she paid a hundred grand for nothing
Okay that’s not true but
I’m still scared it will happen to me

Six months until your hole can be filled
But you won’t be fully healed by then
Oh, from the surgery you will be (your designer-gucci-louboutin)
But your heart will stay empty and no neon orange dick-dilator will fill that
For you it’ll take more than clobetasol and oxy
No fifty-five gallon drum barrel of lube to grease this one up

You’ll need to find other outlets for your pent-up frustration
While you’re stuck bedridden and bitter
For you there’s no bar nights, no hookups, and only the drugs you’ve been prescribed
‘Cause you can’t walk without aching and you can’t sleep without sobbing
And the memories are like the wound sep
There’s granulation tissue on your soul

After one day of playing Champions my only thought about getting back into VGC is that Incineroar and Sneasler are the most annoying straight t4t couple you've ever met, and we've all met them before

The drive back from the kolache place a few neighborhoods over is also exactly how long it takes me to eat six egg and cheese kolaches, coincidence???

Listening to KNEECAP is constantly not understanding any of the words then suddenly hearing "America" and it's like "Hmm... I'm not sure what they said but I don't think they're very big fans of this place."