CatCobra

I once dated a man who also was a boylesque performer. I'd head home the next afternoon and my tattered old Iron Maiden shirt would glitter in the sunlight. For the next few days...no matter how many showers I took or magnets I used my vagina could've signaled for S.O.S. from the amount of glitter that hid within the soft pink folds.

I feel like I could've worded that better but...whiskey. Also say hello to /r/ladybonersgw

The world needs priests that say "shit".