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grassj 13 08,2020
aight, so essentially, yaoi fetishizes gay men, to put it simply. It's primarily created for and by straight women. Yaoi perpetuates lots of stereotypes, and also pushes a heteronormative agenda. Small, feminine men are the bottoms, while big, strong men are the tops. It can be extremely harmful, since some people are so deluded by yaoi that they......   7 reply
13 08,2020
So, essentially, I use exclusively tampons. Mainly since they last longer and are generally more comfortable for me. I started out essentially with the same problem, I was too much of a pussy (ha get it) To put it on. One thing you can do is use lube. Which is what I did, and it worked just fine. Don't feel pressured to have sex. Fun fact, lube ......   reply
12 08,2020
INTP T cause im big brain jk haha im fucking braindead   reply
10 08,2020
Haha wow, the comments here are absolutely disgusting. Gay men are not for your consumption and just cause you now have a dingaling doesn't mean that gay dudes are going to be all over you. If you are one of the people who wrote "I'd be gay and fuck a dude to live out my yaoi fantasy!" Then you're just generally gross....The fetishization of gay me......   2 reply
08 08,2020
THIS REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY REALLY BAD ANIME YAOI PHASE HOLY SHITTTTTTT Back then I woulda called myself a deredere cause I was blissfully ignorant, but now I'm prolly more of a kuudere and tsundere cause I'm depressed and have trust issues. Yeah so that was fun nice question   reply
06 08,2020

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