Deer Hunting - Blog Posts

My brain, sitting in a deer stand, no deer in sight: hey let's read some fanfic

Me: okay, then

My brain, after three minutes: hey what if Finduilas was Trans and became Gil-Galad for her transition. Because she died. "Finduilas" would be her dead name. It can be assumed that Turin was out of his noggin when he saw her "death", and just assumed she died.

Me: crack ideas to think up NOW? When my fingies are cold and I can't type well on my phone?? Really????

My brain: and can't the Peredhel Choice also be kinda trans-coded? Like choosing man or elf? Male or female characteristics? Something you already have---chromosomes (X/Y) or man/elf genes---but have to choose?

Me: I AM LITERALLY SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING FOR DEER RIGHT NOW, NOW IS NOT THE TIME

And guys, I don't even think Gil-Galad is trans (I think he's ace/aro, don't judge), but I just think this concept would be really funny! And I also don't think the Peredhil are Trans, but I like making connections!

It was my wife’s birthday…and she agreed to spend it at the farm so I could deer hunt. I promised her whatever she wanted as her gift. A rain was blowing in so I came back much earlier than usual. I came in the back door quietly thinking she might still be asleep. Immediately I heard her deep breathing and then moaning, then the moaning of a man that sounded familiar. On the way to the bedroom, I peaked out the kitchen window and saw Johnny’s truck parked out front. I knew she fancied him, we had role played him fucking her many times. As I took a seat on the sofa with a perfect view of the bedroom, I was certain that she was getting exactly what she wanted for her birthday. I can’t remember ever being so happy that I wasn’t in my treestand on a chilly November morning. Eventually, my wife turned and saw me watching her being devoured and with a deep breath and a sheepish grin she said, “I guess we are all getting what we want for my birthday, aren’t we?” Johnny turned to look and as our eyes met with his tongue deep into my wife I nodded and smiled and replied “Yes my dear, I believe that we are All getting what we wanted for your birthday.” Without hesitation she fired back “Good, now get those hunting clothes off and get in here, I need something in my mouth to moan on…Happy Birthday to me!!!” 😍😍😍

Don't know how to process this thought but I'll die on the hill that is if deer were people the hunters would be gay asf. Like dude, you keep pieces of them on your wall? Gay as hell. You spend hours in a stuffy box just to get a glimpse of one? Gay as hell. You can talk about them for hours? Gay as hell. We need human hunter x human deer content.