I sexually identify as a Cake Dough. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of rising over the oven topping my layers with sweet spongy goodness. People say to me that a person being a cake dough is impossible and I’m fucking retarded but I don’t care, I’m beautiful. I’m having a bakery artist infuse 1 cup white sugar, 1/2 cups butter, 2 eggs, 2 teaspoons vanilla extract, 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, 1 3/4 teaspoons baking powder and 1/2 cup milk into my body. From now on I want you guys to call me “kaka” and respect my right to cause diabetes and be the perfect dessert. If you can’t accept me you’re a dessertophobe and need to check your dough privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.