it’s a christmas miracle, ALL OF MY CYSTS HAVE DRAINED
ALL OF THE PUS FROM MY BODY IS NOW OUTSIDE OF IT
THANKS SANTA
it’s a christmas miracle, ALL OF MY CYSTS HAVE DRAINED
ALL OF THE PUS FROM MY BODY IS NOW OUTSIDE OF IT
THANKS SANTA
oh my god, my butthole is trying to escape, i think.
everything is horrible and i am pooping my soul from my butt
“I don’t want anything serious,” they agreed,
going on to continue their habit of seeing eachother at least once a day.
Are they in love? Find out next time on Dick Parts.
People always used to tell me about their gay friends.
“Oh, you’d love him, he hates faggots!”
As if it would appeal to me somehow that their gay friend wasn’t like regular gays.
As if I would somehow find it endearing that in an effort to appeal to straight people, this person had so much internalized homophobia that it became not-so-internalized.
I resent the fact that straight people love straight-acting gays. I hate that they use that person’s homophobia as an excuse for theirs. That they can now feel good about themselves where they might otherwise feel guilty for holding feelings of homophobia, because this person is outright hateful of gay people, but they’re gay, so it’s okay. It excuses their internalized hate, and straight people love it.
And I especially resent the fact that they would think that would appeal to me. It happened so many times. Why would that be something I would love? Why would they think that their gay best friend would be as novel to me as a queer, as it was to them as straight people?
It’s really silly how much I miss Liam, you know.