The antithesis to modern roasties and homos


>be me
>22, skinny, hung, and righteous
>formally founding the May-December Party™
>our one platform plank? young skinny girls are gross
>we exclusively fuck their fat grandmas
>wrinkled, wise, warm, and way freakier
>they make cookies and cream, not TikToks and trauma
>tired of zoomer bimbos with no hips, no values, no lasagna recipes
>granny got that 401(k) cake and the slow-cooked casserole
>her folds > their filters
>she survived 9 recessions and 2 husbands. you think she can't handle me?
>every time I rail grandma, a gender studies major cries
>need a party flag. something regal. powerful. erotic.
>thinking: two silver-haired matriarchs in profile, draped in velvet, seated on thrones made of yarn
>centered behind them: a cracked hourglass and a flaming apple pie
>background: alternating stripes of orthopedic beige and blood red
>text: "Time Makes Her Riper"

drop flag ideas ITT
we ride at dawn (on her electric recliner)