making the tranny cashier flash me a tired but genuine smile is the only thing worth a damn in this godforsaken hell
this is not bout being good customer or interacting kindly in a retail environment this is about a faggot creating a very small but real connection with another faggot while you're both experiencing the same hell from different sides this is about scraping up what happiness we can in a miserable world this is about spite and love ok. write it down




