After a wild night with his boyfriend, Chris has to take a step back to process everything that’s gone down so far. He has no idea what kind of shit he’s gotten into, but he’s not about to let that stop him. Jason is the most important person in the world to him, and he needs to get to the bottom of what happened at Camp Wild Rush.
Inspired by this request: [request link]
Drew’s dad gets an unexpected Fathers’ Day gift thanks to an inadvertent wish.
Gray is dissatisfied with his body. Luckily, a stranger in the steam room gives him a helping hand… for a price.
Memory and intelligence is such an interesting multifaceted subject. Had a great time discussing it during Psychology lectures.
The reason I bring it up is because Tom Holland cannot remember not to spoil the endings of his movies. Every interview he forgets to stop talking but doesn’t forget the story.
Episodic vs Semantic memory, explicit vs implicit. Question to the Pink Fairy. How much damage can it do to a boys intelligence if you surgically remove their ability to remember events of their lives, but leave the rest of their cognitive facilities intact? Present your findings to the group.
Hello Pink Fairy, I hope you and the Purple Fairy are well. I’m not sure about how you feel about racists, but I need help with one. I recently found out my roommate is quite racists towards Asians. By a similar stroke of fate, I have recently started dating a cutie who happens to be Asian, and frankly I wouldn’t be surprised if they were a past customer of yours. Naturally, my roommate’s bigotry and flat out stupidity has made the relationship unnecessarily hard. As such, I wanted to request your help. Do with my roommate whatever you wish. Make him a twin of my new boyfriend or just screw with his brains. As long as rent’s flowing, I don’t care. We were never that close anyway.
Hey Pink Fairy,
I got assigned to share a suite with a couple of other guys at college this year. It is a pretty standard set up — we each have a small room for sleeping and studying with a common living area and bathroom to share.
The problem is my roommates, Brad and Zack. I just don’t mesh with them. I mean, I get it on some level. We don’t have a lot in common. They’re both jocks — tall, muscular, handsome, popular. And straight.
I’m fit, but kind of short and not terribly athletic. And I’m more of an intellectual. Me being gay hasn’t been too much of an issue for them, except…they’ve kind of made it clear that they don’t want me around much.
They treat our living area like their own private space so there is little space left for me or my stuff. They totally control the TV and gaming. And they even stop talking as soon as I enter the room, and sit there awkwardly until I finish what I’m doing and leave. I pretty quickly gave up any idea of hanging out with them, using the space, or…you know…having any kind of a relationship with either of them.
I have to be honest, they both make pretty nice eye candy. But I can’t even really enjoy that because I don’t want them to think I’m perving on them and give them even more of a reason to make things awkward around our place.
Truthfully, I’m getting kind of annoyed at the situation and being crammed in my little room all the time. I don’t need to crush on them, or be best friends with them or anything. I just wish they’d want to have me around more.
I sure could use your help.
So you’re the Pink Fairy? Well if you are, I’ve seen a group of these 3 lean guys, 2 caucasian and 1 tan, and about 18, 19 or 20 y/o. Well, I was wondering if you could work your magic and make then lust for me ;D. 1st one has blonde hair and blue eyes, white, 2nd has brown hair and delicious brown eyes, white, and the 3rd is the same as the 2nd except for the tan.
Entered into for convenience, the marriage had grown into one of true love and devotion that had lasted 60 years. But Daniel Harrigan’s wife was gone now and little connected him to this life. His career in academic folklore had wound up. His family had grown away from him since his wife’s passing. He wondered now if it was too late to finally feel the forbidden touch.
These were the thoughts Daniel sought escape from in his study when, on his desk, he found a book with a plain cover he had no recollection of. Confused, he opened it at random and came across a painting. Appearing to be late medieval to early renaissance, it depicted a hall filled with people…not just people, men, some hairy, some with flat noses, with robes and with pointed teeth, doing all manner of things with and to each other.
And two sat above it all. One was dressed in purple and as Daniel studied the details of his face and muscles he felt his back creak. He had involuntary arched his ass out. The other man was young and dressed in a pink Daniel thought impossibly vibrant for the painting’s era. When Daniel saw the young man’s smile he felt his heart laid bare.
Daniel glanced at the title: “The Étrad Sídhthe Hold Court.” He read on.
When Kurt sees the hot pink dildo and thong in his gym bag, he thinks he’s been pranked. In truth, his life is about to change in ways the rising star athlete would have never seen coming.
I was getting my bulk on with my girl at the gym last night, but as we left, some dude stopped me, mentioned what I was wearing, and said “fuckboys should fuck boys…” We laughed it off, but when I woke up today, I felt sorta funny, and my girl doesn’t seem to be around anywhere…