one of the few crossdressing ducks that didn’t make me break out in hives, on account of not having been forced to do it for emasculating reasons or anything, it’s just a practical solution to daisy having too many obligations since they look exactly, and i mean exactly the same
one of those obligations was manning a kissing booth for charity and donald punching a catcaller in the face escalates into guys just fucking lining up to get decked by a cute little duck
I used to hate my body so much back then but I’m finally growing into my own self these past couple of years and I couldn’t be more proud of myself for not being afraid of becoming comfortable with myself.
Live your life for you. Not for you friends, your family, your partners. Live it for you. Don’t put yourself on the back burner out of fear of what others might say. Life’s too short to not be happy with yourself. The road can be hard but is worth it in the end.
Big Gay Dracula Does a Shitpost 