I’m a small select party in my room at the host hotel - DM for details but space is limited.
Ma'am, this isn't a Sniffies.
| by Anonymous | reply 1 | May 23, 2025 3:27 PM |
A friend is one of the judges!!
| by Anonymous | reply 2 | May 23, 2025 4:34 PM |
I'm being molested at the hotel across the street.
| by Anonymous | reply 3 | May 23, 2025 4:59 PM |
Am I invited?
| by Anonymous | reply 4 | May 23, 2025 5:05 PM |
Can I wear my fancy new boots?
| by Anonymous | reply 5 | May 23, 2025 5:07 PM |
Who knew neoprene could smell that bad?
| by Anonymous | reply 6 | May 23, 2025 5:14 PM |
I knew!
| by Anonymous | reply 7 | May 23, 2025 5:29 PM |
I’m the wonderful evening at Man’s Country tonight.
| by Anonymous | reply 8 | May 23, 2025 8:31 PM |
Sounds nacreous.
| by Anonymous | reply 9 | May 23, 2025 8:42 PM |
I'm the workshop led by an FTM named "Pup Axyn" on how gay men can learn to love pussy.
Three people show up.
| by Anonymous | reply 10 | May 23, 2025 8:43 PM |
We are sold out of enemas! We do have some Windex although.
| by Anonymous | reply 12 | May 23, 2025 8:56 PM |
How will ChiChi overcome her grief over Colton to host the Grabbys?
| by Anonymous | reply 13 | May 24, 2025 2:33 AM |
We’re the fat white “cubs” who are left behind every year.
Gimpwear is too expensive. Now we’re wearing Hoosier jerseys and cargo shorts. No, we don’t own toenail clippers..
| by Anonymous | reply 14 | May 24, 2025 10:03 AM |
I'm the Karen shielding her spawn's eyes in the lobby of the IML host hotel.
| by Anonymous | reply 15 | May 24, 2025 1:03 PM |
I'm the 12 extra large suitcases, hat boxes and excessive 'costume changes' for the 3 day event.
| by Anonymous | reply 17 | May 24, 2025 4:08 PM |
I am the whore faithfully spooning blown jizz into Tupperware to create a frozen cumsicle when I get home.
| by Anonymous | reply 18 | May 24, 2025 4:24 PM |
I had a fuckbuddy years ago who was Mr Leather NYC.—wow was he sexy but sadly married to another man. I had to make a choice between him and the guy who became my partner—I ultimately chose my partner, of course—but boy did Mr Leather make me weak in the knees.
About a year I saw him and his husband walking down the street. It was so weird how I got a rush of feelings again.
| by Anonymous | reply 19 | May 25, 2025 3:25 AM |