Just a quick clip from last night Feat. @theauracle.bsky.social

Soz, couldn't hear all that mardy arse jealousy riddled commentary over the fact that I beat a rare blood cancer, feeling great, and I'm just getting started on my vindication lap. I don't care if you're sick of nonsense. No more holding back. No amnesty period. No shrinking because YOU'RE insecure.

So since entering remission on 31 December 2025, I have gone full throttle into 2026 with an absolute refusal to be modest about anything. The sense of triumph [amongst other intense feelings] that is coursing my veins isn't intoxicating, no no no. It's vindicating in the extreme.

Is this heaven? It feels like heaven. 📷&🍆 By @theauracle.bsky.social

It's official. I'm in remission. I did it.

When I started getting in the habit of assuming a lot of people project their fears and insecurities on to me, I stopped taking their deeming me "intimidating" personally.

i won't deny it: my mental health plummetted into a familiar yet abysmal place I've not been for years. frankly and without going into too much detail, i didn't want to be here any more. make of that what you will... but know that I'm still here. somehow, some way... onward. always.

Just a moment from my like 18 hour fuck session with @theauracle.bsky.social #nsfw #nsfwsky #spicysky #transporn #analsex

I feel like I spent basically all weekend either sleeping or in this position. I regret nothing. Incredible dick provided by @theauracle.bsky.social

Long story, short; I've cum 15 times and the night isn't over yet.

Giving my friend a blowjob till he nuts in my mouth. I'm a good girl! Let me show you! #nsfw #transporn #blowjob

suffer.

Two years ago, I began defiantly fighting back in another kind of an invisible civil war. This is why I'm so reflective in the photo because if you told me that August 2025 would be confirming this is the closest to remission yet, I'd have been skeptical and scoffed in your face. (🎵 The Collective)

contemplation.

Throwback to my first proper cosplay/Halloween costume effort... but with a slight twist. Given one is bisexual (pansexual if ya nasty) and this was before one knew who Hobie Brown is (SPOILER: he's me if I were comic book hero), I'm not just Spiderman. I'm your neighbourhood friendly Bi-derman.

May I remind you all that I am a bad bitch and you can't kill me

unrelenting.

I understand the world renown designer Andrew Christian is calling it a day. In light of this, there's no better time to republish my direct response to an op-ed AC published on his blog about bisexual men. Get into the hot mess that is The Politics Of... Men Loving Men. medium.com/@theauracl3/...

That's not love. That's consumerism. You would do well to stop confusing the two.

Achievement unlocked - I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me! (100G)

I cannot imagine the anguish Tristan Kern de Gonzales' – Jonathan Joss' survived husband – heart is utterly submerged in at the moment. In lieu of Tristan still having his beloved to hold, cherish, and revel in the magic that is their loving bond, I wish him nothing but peace.

summer is coming in hot. time to hit the reset button, reduce the beard to [shadow] levels, and get it right for autumn and winter. #cleanup #vitamine #restart #reset #melaninpoppin #sunonmyface #thesunkissedmyskin #imnotamodel

defiant until the bitter end.

onward, always.

Captured during my walk-up, this is the first plate appearance I've made since October 2024. The Absolute Boy of Summer is back at it again playing baseball and I could not be more thrilled about it. 😈🙏🏿🎉😘

still alive. hate it or love it, i remain.

Would I go out of my way to seduce and then go spelunking in the love cavern of some right winger's spouse? Nah. But if said spouse made a play for me and I liked them, then I'm thunderclapping those cheeks mercilessly. It's not home wrecking. You built a sandcastle and I happen to be high tide. 😈

an update.

still alive. whether you like it or not.

I wonder when the hostile takeover of the Democrats begins and all this understandable but ultimately asinine rageposting of the same ol' refrain of "Democrats, do something!" ends. Just kidding. I don't need to wonder when something that won't ever happen finally happens.

Having revisited and reacquainted myself with it over the last few weeks, I'm more confident than ever when I say that the very last great Britpop album is Athlete's Tourist. Chances, Half Light, the title track (Tourist), Wires, Yesterday Threw Everything At Me, and Twenty Four Hours. Greatness.

I've never thanked anyone allegedly on the same part of the political spectrum as me for doing fuck all except disseminate their self-aggrandising bullshit and I'm certainly not going to start now. When you want to have an actual conversation, shout me. Until then, it's best we don't engage.

end of an era yet the struggle continues.

It's all good and well mocking and further humiliating the people who voted for Tangerine Mussolini but I have to say... when you lot are done doing that, could you actually do something tangible to help the people who abstained from the vote or were ineligible to vote? Cheers.

So far, the greatest casualty I've sustained since this cancer journey began is the friendship I once had with someone I previously was so close with, I'd have laid my life down for without a moment's hesitation. Then I came to terms with the fact that she said NOTHING to me since being diagnosed.

So... hang about. Phoney Stark has 50 Social Security offices shuttered, Tesla stock plunges 15% in the largest drop it has seen in nearly 5 years, the app he was forced to buy is plagued with terrible technical issues all day yesterday (in which he calls it a cybersecurity attack)...

kiss kiss BANG BANG

i love me. the people in my life that i Iove and cherish deeply love and cherish me in kind. when you're not brave enough to love me as i am — as i'm worthy of being loved — your presence in my life and your "love" is not required nor desired. 💖💜💙

I'm not Scottish but my surname is. Therefore, wearing a kilt is my birthright. I don't make the rules. On the contrary, I bend them to my will.

First infusion commences. Five days of this and then the growth factor gets administered on the sixth day. Then off for three weeks. Then we do it all again about a month from now, repeat this cycle about two more times after that (four months in total). This is it. No turning back now.

The train leaves the station on 17 February 2025.

I genuinely have nothing further to post about the way things are going between the UK and the US of A. We were warned. We saw the clear and present dangers before it got to this point. There is a lot of blame to go around but as my Jamaican elders told me: if yuh cyaaan 'ere? Yuh muss feel.

A week from today, I will be thirty nine years of age. Four days after that, I enter chemotherapy. Life sure is strange.

The greatest flaw in any policy around national security and foreign affairs is the failure to correctly identify the actual threat. Watch this video to learn more about the *real* terrorist in our midst.

My G from another species. 😍 Name a better duo.

Even when I'm concurring with the original poster (shout out to wordsfromatherapist), I speak without caveat and not a single punch pulled. If you're not remorseful after you hurt me, I'm not going to hassle you for treatment that should come as standard.

Meanwhile in the thicket of solitude...

Where are the horny Philly people? I wanna find my people! #exhibitionist #nude #naked #gay #nudist #pervy #dick #uncut #nsfw #phillygay #philly

new spectacles, who dis?