It's My Party and I'll Cum If You Let Me

I want a birthday where I’m everything.

The centre. The fantasy. The desire.

I have a soft, pink, vintage dream —

lace, velvet, and feathers on my chest.

Friends on their knees.

I’m the birthday boy.

Covered in gifts.

Drenched in attention.

Seen exactly as I am.

Wanted.

Needed.

Worshipped.

Trans bodies are sacred —

and I am their temple of lust.