The name is Cleo (she/her) and I've been hangin' around doing what I do for some amount of time and like to run before I can walk except that's completely a metaphor because I like sitting on the sofa. I like nuzzling people, intersectional feminism, food porn, lingerie, real porn, long sentences with no punctuation, and whenever I open my mouth I vomit acerbic vitriol over everything in my presence. I don't know how to grammar. I'm a panromanticdemisexual sexual deviant kittypandasaur diplomat from London, Pluto. There is a black hole where my soul ought to be and burning anger in place of a heart.
Basically, lady loving ladies
How many kids can say their papa has a bedazzled penis?