Why I Hate Texas (plus sex pics)
For Thanksgiving this year, I went down to Sin's place in Texas to help him move up to Michigan. Generally, he and I had a lot of (naughty) fun, but there were some unpleasant events. So, here are ten reasons why I hated Texas: Trump stickers, confederate flags, sheer libertarian stupidity. Texas pride is a cult. People CRIED from the thought that Sin was leaving them for another state, specifically for the fact that he was going to a place that, in their minds, was not Texas. They don't know what Italian food is. Incel capital of the world. Trucks. Their roads are just fucked. It looks like something out of a Dr. Seuss book. I felt so uncomfortable being gay and fem there. There were two cats named Donald and Ivanka. Guns. Cacti. But! I genuinely did try to make the most of it with Sin. We got to start on our horror movie marathon, and the previous post covers that! It was a blast. At his place, we had some sexy fun, too. When I got off the plane...