It’s a beautiful summer day, you are wearing your cutest sundress. The wind is in your hair, the sun is shining and as you walk across that meadow of tall grass…you start to sweat. Between your thighs. And then, it starts to chafe.
You can be big or small, thunder thighs or thin pulkies…
So I wrote this thing for my other blog and thrift store tumblr. I thought some of you might appreciate it.
“I spent like 10 years of my life pretending to fly around on a broomstick and you’re asking me if preparing for a love scene was ‘tricky’ because the other person also had a penis?”—Daniel Radcliffe (via hankgreensmoustache)