You know that moment when you let someone copy your answers for something but they change it a little so the teacher won’t know and they end up getting a better grade than you? That’s basically book Michael versus play Michael.
I was a young man, I fled my home country. I will refrain from naming
it here, because if you knew where it was, you would be able to locate
the forest and I want it to remain as it is: obscure, mythical, and
I want every single one of you to know that I love you and that I care about you. It doesn’t matter if you’re gay, bisexual, lesbian, pansexual, asexual, questioning or anything in between. It doesn’t matter if you’re male, female, agender, transgender, genderfluid or anything in between. It doesn’t matter if you’re optimistic or pessimistic, thick or thin, black or white, tall or small, blonde or brunette, happy or depressed, african, american, asian or european, christian, muslim, jewish or anything else. I love every single one of you and I am here for you no matter what you’re going through. Thank you for all the love and support you give me everyday.
Okay but can we just agree that boys are literally great?
Boys who are trans are great
Boys who are gay are great
Boys who are straight are great
Boys who are white are great
Boys who are black are great
Boys who are short are great
Boys who are tall are great
Boys are just great.
If you’re a boy guess what you’re great.