a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
so this is aoora’s body talk mv, in which he writhes around on all fours and drinks milk out of the frame so it drips down his throat and the lyrics include “blow me slowly kitty kitty” and “naughty hands, naughty boy, naughty feelings” and just in case you’re still trying to twist it like he’s the ‘naughty boy’ and that this isn’t written about a man, it also includes “a passing encounter, a spreading love / you penetrate me / we are connecting”
so like, let’s have a chuckle together at the random pair of tits they shopped into the corner to make this Not Gay and not try to pretend like aoora isn’t into dudes
this also isn’t the first song he’s released with a clear male romantic/sexual addressee in the lyrics so…. basically when i say “aoora’s queer” it’s not speculation okay he writes love songs about men on the reg it’s an actual established fact that he likes dicks in the mouth and up the butt and says so plainly and publicly and often