sorry, i mythologized your boyfriend. yeah i took him and a few other boyfriends and merged them together with local folklore and mystic elements into one legendary figure. he’s going to be really hard to pin down historically. sorry about that. I can make you his consort in some stories if that helps.
the thing is. when creatives pull the ‘(terrible person) but they’re a milf’ schtick it works on me!!!! every! single! time! oh a dictator :/ thats ba- oh? a dictator milf? a war criminal….. milf? why didnt you say so in the first place! im a gay man. btw.
kim: okay kitsuragi. get ur shit together. hes been out for two days. hes bound to wake up soon. what should i say? “thank you”? i mean, that goes without saying, but its not enough. “how are u feeling”? no, thats a dumb question. the answer is “bad”. should i just not say anything at all? wait till he speaks? wait no- knowing him, that might make him feel insecure. he needs something to hold onto… words to hold onto… right! his gun! didnt it have an encryption on it? right, yes— “sunrise parabellum” —thats perfect. short, poetic, and familiar. at least as familiar as someone in his condition could be. okay. cool. shit! okay hes waking up. okay, keep calm, lieutenant. wait till hes all there… okay, now.
kim: … sunrise parabellum….
kim: *nailed it*
harry: eeuuugghhh…. k-kiiiim…. where the ffffuck is ur pissfaggot jacket-
if u dont think theyre friends and hangout (complain) together then you can get right the fuck out of my face
I need people to understand…that if you believe in paying people a livable hourly wage…most hand-knitted clothing should cost hundreds of dollars
“My grandma could make that!” YOUR GRANDMA LOVES YOU ENOUGH TO SPEND A MONTH MAKING YOU A SWEATER FOR CHRISTMAS, I HAVE NO SUCH AFFECTION
i was talking with a friend and i mentioned the term "pillow princess", and we started talking about like. opposite terms. what i meant by that was more along the lines of "service top", but he took that to mean just like, the boy version.
he just started dropping names: blanket boy, duvet dude, mattress man. fitted sheet fucker. boxspring boy. headboard hunk. he just kept GOING
I dropped my phone in the shower and the water opened up instagram and changed my fucking PRONOUNS?????
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There was a proposal a while back to have a Eurovision-style tournament with all 50 US states and I've been thinking about that. What a total bloodbath that would be. Absolute carnage
the southern states would dominate in any fair tournament, given enough willingness to put forth Black musicians or country musicians the likes of Loretta Lynn or Johnny Cash instead of the trucks and beers bullshit that's nowadays, but unfortunately it's most likely that neither will the states be willing nor the judges fair, so any way this turns out it's going to hurt.
Tennessee would try waaaaaay too hard and put forward some 23 year old blonde white millionaire-senator's-daughter singing the world's most generic country song and the judges would drool over it despite the fact that it sucks
Kentucky is basically chained to the bluegrass genre here which is a blow to begin with because bluegrass is an acquired taste and if you're not sitting around a campfire or living room stomping your feet it's like dragging a furious cat all up and down the inside of your skull. It's like bagpipes in that regard. But the real fatal error would be that Kentucky's song SHOULD be like "every day I crawl back down into Satan's black domain where my lungs fill with dust so that the Good Lord can't hear me pray" but in reality it would be like "horse"
The notes are telling me this happened and Kentucky placed THIRD omg
Gay transgender activist Lou Sullivan spent years researching the life of Jack Garland, an obscure early 20th century transgender man who evidently loved men. He rifled though archived newspapers and letters in local libraries for any scrap relevant to Jack, and finally managed to get the completed novel published only very shortly before his death by AIDS in 1990. The book made a single run from a now-defunct publishing company, so a very limited number of copies of the book exist today. Approximately 30 libraries carry it across the US and certain sellers have another handful of copies available for upwards of $200+ each. However, I could afford to shell out that $200, and I think Lou would want his book to be accessible to the modern trans population. So I've bought a copy and scanned it and converted the pages into a PDF,