a Queer Bastard

I would die for Crowley’s long hair. I would die for Crowley’s short hair. I would die for Crowley’s stupid Paris hair. I would die for Crowley’s weird beatles hair. I would die for Crowley’s adorable angel hair. I would die for Crowley’s S2 angel costume hair. I would die for Crowley’s funky Rome hair. I would die for Crowley’s frankly stunning shoulder length hair (+ half up half down hair). I would die for Crowley’s bizarre Edinburgh hair. I would die for Crowley’s Bildad hair. I would die for Crowley’s “can i get a wahoo” hair. I would die for Crowley’s amazing Nanny Ashtoreth hair. I would die for-

I’ve recently gotten used to calling myself “you fucker” when I talk to myself in my head (because I didn’t like my name and realized that at least changing the way I talk to myself in my head is a possibility), and I just realized that I am in fact not a fucker. I am an asexual person who does not fuck people. I can’t talk to myself in my thoughts anymore without getting that realization like a goddamn cornobble to the face.