This is either not at all a hot take or the weirdest shit I have ever posted, who knows. I am a filthy motherfucker, I have a powerful fetish for...

...cohabiting

I guess I kind of jumped off of this from the lesbian u-haul meme, and also when your wife flies like 2800 miles to you, you start living together, Idk. But I have a strong-burning passion for it that's probably not normal!

To me cohabiting is almost more intimate than sex. I'm really into the ins and outs of living together and the fact that capitalism makes it difficult and complicated is just another crime to list in the future Victims of Capitalism Museum. I feel like you can't really know someone better than observing their quiet little daily habits, the stuff they do without thinking. What time exactly teethbrushing happens at, stuff like that. Cooking together is both fun and enlightening. Making decisions together about the house, I think you can tell a lot about someone by how they'd lay out a room, what their priorities are.

I love digging into that stuff, and to me true love is learning to wholly embrace someone's weird livingspace quirks. Some stuff is always gonna be a dealbreaker, like if someone is really bad at dishes, but my wife puts the toilet roll on "backwards" (facing the wall) every single time, apparently because her parents were actual demons

Of course the best part of cohabiting is having GAY AFFECTION permanently ontap for free. I'm an obnoxiously clingy person so I really enjoy just draping myself all over my beautiful significant other, it's uncommon for me to be more than fifteen feet or so from my lovely wife. When not cohabiting I often get caught up in long stretches of gay longing, y'know?

Since I am also a bookfucker, this utterly filthy behaviour extends into my reading and chat, there is a pathetic dearth of books, or like manga, whatever that feature sapphic cohabiting. To some extent it's understandable because romances as a rule (by royal decree of the Romance Writers of Amerikkka) are usually about the commencement of a relationship, rarely its progression. But bleeeeeeh where are my cohabiting gays?! The Weight Of Living by M.A. Hinkle has certain "domestic" vibes that are adjacent to this, but I strain to think of any fiction that actually features cohabiting at all.

I'm a real freak in that I desire to get right into the heads of your characters, like one of the things I really enjoy about the average A Novel is that they're so navel gazey, they tend to be good character studies as a matter of course. But Idk if you can get more intimate with fictional characters than knowing about their living habits, especially seeing how they change when living with someone else. Feel like it's a dimension that doesn't get explored enough in the gay shit I read, and I demand someone do somethin' about it.

TL;DR

There's an account on Twitter of two cis women who pretend to be trans in order to sell subs for their OnlyFans. They put a trans flag in their account name, and post pictures of themselves in their underwear with obviously fake bulges. They also refer to themselves as boys, because that's obviously what trans women do. And of course, transphobes on that shithole of a platform are defending them with braindead takes like "men who pretend to be women are now mad at women pretending to be trans! hypocrisy much! hurr durr!"

Everyone involved deserves a one way trip to