im trying okay

meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowa AFHAHWHWHWhwh H!H!H!!! AHCUUU!!!! ARGHHH!!!! AAAAAAAACall me Jimmy.

meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowa AFHAHWHWHWhwh H!H!H!!! AHCUUU!!!! ARGHHH!!!! AAAAAAAACall me Jimmy.

so, a catgirl is a human woman who has taken on certain traits of the cat, which is a housepet known for its temperament - it is affectionate when it chooses to be, but it must choose to be. the appeal of the catgirl is the implication that the woman has decided, much like a cat, that the viewer is worthy of affection. thus the ideological opposite would be a feral creature that is known for being tame except for when it is provoked. countless examples of this exist in nature, so to narrow our options we will select one which is generally considered “scary” as a parallel to the “cute” cat, as is also as far away as viable from a cat. as an extremely social invertebrate, compared to the relatively solitary and spined nature of the housecat, i believe the hornet is the perfect choice; despite popular belief hornets are not aggressive unless and until they are given a reason to be.

meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowa AFHAHWHWHWhwh H!H!H!!! AHCUUU!!!! ARGHHH!!!! AAAAAAAACall me Jimmy.

So today, I decided to measure my ♥♥♥♥, just to look and see, like every man does. I planned to report back to my dudes... For the boys, y’know? So I get a boner, and I measure it with a ruler from my mom’s desk drawer... and it’s too ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ big for anyone to believe me if I told them. I’m now having a moral crisis, because if I tell the bros about my huge ♥♥♥♥, they won’t believe me. But momma didn’t raise a liar. So now I’m stuck between having a brosation with my guys about my huge ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ horse ♥♥♥♥, or forever hiding in the third leg closet. How do I come about coping with the knowledge that I have a giant pulsing lightsaber dong?