Casey’s Cakes 🍒🥧
Deep dish cherry flavoured
Foreword
After chatting for the blog, I like to ask “features” who inspires them/would make good conversation. It’s a good barometer of the zeitgeist beyond my consciousness. Incidentally, several girls suggested I approach Casey to talk about her Instagram. I didn’t need to wonder why.
Sex.
My hobby is being a ho. I want to hook up; not with you.
Your type.
I like extroverts, introverts, preferably those who’re both. Have fun, be chill.
My Tinder bio: “Take me out for pizza, fuck me after.”
I’m dominant with guys. I’m in control.
And: “Feminist values, whore’s schedule.”
You can’t fuck with me mentally; I can fuck with you physically.
Witty comments.
Your Instagram = softcore porn.
I’m sexual. I look good. Why not?
I post other things too. It just stands out.
It’s a test. “Not scared people see?” Block. Naivete turns me off.
I’m lazy. My body, phone are convenient. I accept sexual attention. I’m not “asking for it.” Humans are heathens. I’m not scared of creeps.
Who fucks with you?
Chinese culture likes: girls to be petite, dainty; guys to have ego, be breadwinners. It’s hard for them to see past negative traits associated with my body.
I like Malay guys: their looks, they’re down-to-earth, family-oriented; their size.
Girls.
A lot of them look up to me. They ask about confidence.
It’s tough to navigate a world where guys sway girls’ decisions.
Sometimes it’s pro-women, sometimes it’s not.
Others find me arrogant. “She’s not attractive. Why so thirsty?” It stems from them not able to do what I do.
Casey = sex.
I started watching porn at 7. If I could do, direct porn, I would.
It should be easy for someone to be like me, because of trauma.
To me, sex is an innocent an interest as guys who grew up with toy cars and now love cars.
Along the way, I’ve realised its benefits. It’s a way to connect.
Tips.
Listen to, observe yourself. Know yourself, what you want. Meet people, be careful. Just do it.
