killersexual
Being sexually attracted to murderer men and women that are not real and that will probably snap a bitch in half
killersexual by biggieyeet May 5, 2019
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Kindersexual
An alternate name for a pedophile. Pedophiles have a bad reputation and are shunned by most of society but sexualities are accepted even the most stupid ones.
Dude: Have you heard that about this kindersexual persuasion?
Also a Dude: WTF, does he like keister Kinder Fingers or something?
Dude: Nah my guy, this is just the way pedos infiltrate the LGBTQIA+ sphere.
Also a Dude: WTF, does he like keister Kinder Fingers or something?
Dude: Nah my guy, this is just the way pedos infiltrate the LGBTQIA+ sphere.
Kindersexual by Johnny Banboni July 7, 2021
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Kollersexual
a person whose sexual preference is anything that has ever existed. Whether that be words, animals, dragons, foods, people, deceased people, or literal concepts, this people is romantically (and sometimes sexually) attracted to it.
note: having some exceptions (like 1-2) does not exempt somebody from being a kollersexual
note: having some exceptions (like 1-2) does not exempt somebody from being a kollersexual
People often shame me for being kollersexual, especially due to my attraction to the word "dilemma". It's a shame nobody can appreciate these things like a do.
Kollersexual by The Vacuous Queer November 10, 2025
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)