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(Have you watched the Diego Luna mezcal interview?)
whaaaaat noooooo???
(is this now a diego luna appreciation blog? you guys i’m demisexual i’m not really even sure what sort of attraction i have for diego luna i sort of just want him to tell me things earnestly and like, not actually look at me at all. He would probably be really fun at a quiet house party. sometime i should get tipsy and talk about my weird relationships with attraction especially as it pertains to attractive celebrity types. it’s so much easier to just be like “yes me too” when other people tag pictures with things like “would put in mouth” and “wish he would [x] me” but that’s almost never what it is! )
(more parenthetical asides, somewhat tipsy, under the cut, since it is not particularly relevant to the actual point of the post but my brain connected it)
(For example, I mostly just want to go to a party Oscar Isaac is at and witness him animatedly telling a story; in my racier moments I consider what it might be like to touch his hair. My deepest fantasy involves speaking directly to him, and that’s about as far as I can take it. John Boyega, I mostly just regard in a state of baffled awe that such a conglomeration of anatomy and razor wit and sunshine can exist in one human. I have no desire to touch him or to have him touch me, which is the case for pretty much any attractive celebrity.)
(Except Salma Hayek. I would have incredibly thorough sex with Salma Hayek. This is not usual for me. I definitely think about putting my [x] on her [x] and [x]ing. I imagine that her skin tastes fantastic. Then I get really confused because I don’t know what to do with those feelings.)
(Funny, no, given how raunchy and actively filthy some of the porn I write is? And I do have a perfectly fine and probably quite normal sex life! I just have a huge disconnect when it comes to actually considering, like, actual strangers touching my body, or vice-versa, like, with their actual physical self, I don’t– no thank you?)
(Sometimes I feel like a walking personification of the “that sounds fake but okay” meme.)
(Have you watched the Diego Luna mezcal interview?)
whaaaaat noooooo???
(is this now a diego luna appreciation blog? you guys i’m demisexual i’m not really even sure what sort of attraction i have for diego luna i sort of just want him to tell me things earnestly and like, not actually look at me at all. He would probably be really fun at a quiet house party. sometime i should get tipsy and talk about my weird relationships with attraction especially as it pertains to attractive celebrity types. it’s so much easier to just be like “yes me too” when other people tag pictures with things like “would put in mouth” and “wish he would [x] me” but that’s almost never what it is! )
(more parenthetical asides, somewhat tipsy, under the cut, since it is not particularly relevant to the actual point of the post but my brain connected it)
(For example, I mostly just want to go to a party Oscar Isaac is at and witness him animatedly telling a story; in my racier moments I consider what it might be like to touch his hair. My deepest fantasy involves speaking directly to him, and that’s about as far as I can take it. John Boyega, I mostly just regard in a state of baffled awe that such a conglomeration of anatomy and razor wit and sunshine can exist in one human. I have no desire to touch him or to have him touch me, which is the case for pretty much any attractive celebrity.)
(Except Salma Hayek. I would have incredibly thorough sex with Salma Hayek. This is not usual for me. I definitely think about putting my [x] on her [x] and [x]ing. I imagine that her skin tastes fantastic. Then I get really confused because I don’t know what to do with those feelings.)
(Funny, no, given how raunchy and actively filthy some of the porn I write is? And I do have a perfectly fine and probably quite normal sex life! I just have a huge disconnect when it comes to actually considering, like, actual strangers touching my body, or vice-versa, like, with their actual physical self, I don’t– no thank you?)
(Sometimes I feel like a walking personification of the “that sounds fake but okay” meme.)
