clinically sane (i promise)

I bet queerbaiting feels so good. it’s a shame I’ve already established myself as a lesbian who writes gay shit because I’m just imagining the high I would get from writing something where my audience has no expectation of anything more queer than the barest of crumbs, like the real top shelf queerbaity stuff, give them no faith that I’d ever follow through but also give them plenty of material to imagine, and then slap them in the face with the queerest faggiest ending they’ve ever seen. Make my straight fans look like absolute clown shoes. I think the rush I’d get from doing this would be so intensely addicting that it would briefly fix everything wrong with me but since this is a stunt you’d only ever be able to pull off once I would immediately go into cardiac arrest and die