rabid and beautifully unwell

it’s interesting how upset some people have gotten over negative things like homophobia and fatphobia being present in my writing. unfortunately I’ve had a life where those have been huge, shaping factors, and I like to talk about it. I was deeply anorexic for a number of years, and have had friendships and familial relationships deteriorate because of my queerness. being able to say “hey, this exists and it really, really sucks, now watch the fatphobic person get punched by a dragon” is kinda just what works for me, personally. I have a lot of feelings with nowhere else to put them, so my writing is always going to cater to my own catharsis.

i would fuck him [remembers im talking about a real person] um [remembers its normal to be attracted to people] i would fuck him

[The artist, putting a simple cake next to a much fancier one: “Aw man, that guy’s cake is way better than mine.” The Audience, gleefully holding up a knife and fork “HOLY SHIT! TWO CAKES!”]

“Holy shit two cakes,” I mutter to myself as I do fucking anything these days, this post was a godsend

minute 6: *skinheads storm a press conference about the upcoming pride parade and start beating up people*

minute 6: *skinheads storm a press conference about the upcoming pride parade and start beating up people*

I need to get laid (starts running

okay i just learnt that the scene i was talking abt in the second bullet point was not meant to depict real people, it was apparently more so referencing the future of these (fictional) characters