External genitalia make no sense to me at all. It seems like such an overt airing of weaknesses.
Your human nooks are far better.
Once I have the time I will let you drag me around your Earth stores again if you like.
Human nooks are known as vaginas. Though a more vulgar term is, amusingly enough, pussy. I wonder how Leijon feels about that. Though I do agree they’re the more practical of our reproductive organs. Neither is especially pleasing aesthetically speaking but the vagina is at least initially inoffensive.
Most of the time, anyway.
And I should like that very much. We ought to return to a few clubs as well- and you should endeavor not to have us thrown out.
Damn good thing I am not human then is it not?
My leggings are still that tight, mind, but….
Internal genetalia would have been far more beneficial to the species as a whole, I think, but unfortunately mammals tend to evolutionarily opt for bits that dangle.
Remind me to purchase you heinously skinny jeans at some point. That’s an earth fashion you can approve of.
Though I would say I have been wearing perfectly reasonable leggings.
I put aside my old ones when I reached Alternia.
You literally could not have managed your preferred apparel were you a human male.
At least not without risking permanent damage.
He still has not come back.
I have been abandoned.
Free Signless to good home.
I’ll take you. I too have been abandoned.
Come to the warmth of my home, Vantas. I will clothe you in reasonable pants and supply you with sweets.
And yet I still make it look good.
Like the leggings!
That is a matter of opinion and mine does not coincide with yours.
I also feel the need to mention that you wear a large, billowing cloak the vast majority of the time thus obscuring your questionable choices in legwear.
Fleeting moments of boredom between filled time slots on my busy schedule.
We all must have a hobby, and quite frankly….I already got my other goat tonight.
Every so often I remind myself there are those who hail you as a spiritual figure and I laugh so very hard my mascara threatens to run.
How do you manage to find the time to tend to your herd? I imagine it to be quite impressive at this point.
What is this Mother’s Day the humans are doing now?
It is precisely what it sounds like. It is a day upon which we honor our mothers; typically gifts and cards are offered in thanks for bearing and rearing us. It is largely commercialized at this point. Tokens are awarded less out of sincere gratitude and more of misplaced social obligation.
I’m currently writing a letter to mine. I will make a paper lantern of it that I will launch this evening, weather permitting. It is well outside the realm of possibility that there is some trace of her to appreciate the gesture so I suppose it is largely for myself.
So the Grand Highblood, Rose Lalonde, and the Preacher walk into a small village…
(This is the pawnt I realized I was the only adult purrlaying this game.)
Weaponinzing that itme is going to take longer than atnicipated.
Completely unrelated don’t expect to hear from me for a night or two.