I sometimes flipflop betwixt little gay boy and masculinely gay andro fashionista and it’s hilarious.
On the latter, sports jackets and skinny jeans/slacks and solid shoes and bright prints everywhere and masculiiiiine
On the former, tight revealing clothes that barely cover anything and I am awesomely stereotypical in. Only better looking.
And it is SO AWESOME.
I’m helping a roommate with stuff for HCC and I’ve had to stand up in line for an hour and
I’m seriously about to pass out thanks for having all those benches and chairs in the lobby A++ effort for disability I love sitting on the ground because my “I’m about to faint” is stronger than my germophobia well done four for you HCC you go HCC
He should open every sentence like this, I’m the Doctor, I’m a Timelord, I’m from the planet Gallifrey, In the constellation of Kasterborus, I’m 903 years old, and I’m the man who is gonna order a pumkin spice chai tea because it’s quite chilly out and I enjoy those flavors in autumn.
#DRAMATIC AS FUCK
It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.