Make yourself at home

A lot of the time I look at myself in the mirror, see a disheveled little rat with neuroses, and think, "damn, what a turn off, how could anyone find *that* attractive?". But what I gotta remember is that someone out there is looking for the chihuahua of their dreams

I fear I don't get it

Like. I don't find me attractive so I worry that nobody can. But like. Other people like other things. So maybe while I'm wishing I was different, someone else is looking for exactly who I am right now, even if I don't like it. You know?

You're not unattractive: you're simply someone else's type.

the fact that Reylo discourse is now almost entirely 'is this ship toxic :)' always throws me off so much because I genuinely think the MUCH bigger issue with Reylo was that it pushed a black man to the side as Not Love Interest Material in favor of a white nazi. Like the issue is that shipping Reylo arrived transparently because people did not care about the black man – which I know, because the ship became popular before we even had The Last Jedi! When they'd barely interacted! If Kylo were black and Finn were white, Reylo would not be popular and it would never have become canon in any way, and I do think a refusal to grapple with that is honestly very embarrassing.

Stitch is still being harassed about this btw.

"Brian David Gilbert and his partner wrote the episode of the among us show where the whole cast has a high gay orgy" is a factually true statement that you can say for free

Her name is Karen Han.

I’m so glad this post is taking off because anybody — “artist” or not — needs to read this

Image ID: a photo of part of a page of a book. The heading is "Fears About Yourself", and underneath is a second heading, "Perfection". The text reads, "The ceramics teacher announced on opening day that he was dividing the class into two groups. All those on the left side of the studio, he said, would be graded solely on the quantity of work they produced, all those on the right solely on its quality. His procedure was simple: on the final day of class he would bring in his bathroom scales and weigh the work of the 'quantity' group: fifty pounds of pots rated an 'A', forty pounds a 'B', and so on. Those being graded on 'quality', however, needed to produce only one pot-- albeit a perfect one-- to get an 'A'. Well, came grading time and a curious fact emerged: the works of highest quality were all produced by the group being graded for quantity." The rest of the paragraph is highlighted, and reads, "It seems that while the 'quantity' group was busily churning out piles of work-- and learning from their mistakes-- the 'quality' group had sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay." /end ID

sometimes i forget that i need to talk to my friends in order to talk to my friends

when fiona apple asked “how can i ask anyone to love me when all i do is beg to be left alone”. well i have not found an answer but if anyone else has lmk

stop watching youtube shorts. you are meant to be watching documentaries about oceanliner disasters.

My mother got a new colander, and I was like I WILL TAKE THE YELLOW ONE and that was 2005 and I still have it.

My memory of The Birdcage (1996) is always that it's more dated and more difficult to watch than it actually is. You hear "drag-themed comedy from the 90s based on a musical from the 80s based on a play from the 70s" and you brace yourself just a little, right? But the film has a strong gay perspective, so the fruity fag jokes mostly come off as warmly affectionate. There is a surprising amount of poignancy in Robin Williams' portrayal of Armand, grudgingly agreeing to his beloved son's request that he go back into the closet for an evening ("do me a favor and don't talk to me for a while"). The drag club's staff attempting to redecorate the apartment with stuff straight people might like (a taxidermy moose head, an enormous crucifix, and Playboy magazine) is extremely funny. Albert's histrionics are a point of tension because he does often come off as a stereotypically pathetic/comic figure, but towards the end of the movie he makes it very clear that he's aware of how people see him, and asserts that trying to copy a stoic masculinity he doesn't possess for the sake of social approval would be more pathetic. In the 1983 musical adaptation, they give "Albert" (Albin) the only good song in the whole show, "I Am What I Am", which Gloria Gaynor covered to the delight of gays everywhere. Apparently Nathan Lane wasn't (publicly) out yet in 1996, which is amazing because it means that at one point in this movie you're watching a gay man playing a straight man playing a gay man playing a straight man, in a movie about how it's important to be yourself, an absurdity that does seem to encapsulate the state of gay America in the 90s.