I had an interesting conversation today about gender and identity with a cis man who happened to have scars that looked like top surgery scars. He said “they’re not from as noble a battle wound as top surgery” and I just keep thinking about how badass that makes trans mascs sound (and he’s right, y’all are badass)

ok some days being visibly homo is the most wonderful thing in the world. an old woman walking her dog stopped to say hello to me and I asked if i could say hi to her dog. she seemed really excited and told me "his name is rupert brooke. i named him after a gay poet from the era of the first world war. he had red hair just like my dogs fur". then she leans in and whispers like she's divulging some great secret and says "i don't usually tell people about the gay part"

hate money!!! hate bills!!!! hate jobs!!!!!!! just want to nap in the damn woods bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite

:)

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?

oh uh, your girlfriend? Yeah we put her in the kiln. Yeah at 2000 degrees. Shes a bowl now. Sorry.

i was told "were all human" today way too many times . no we are not . we are not all human . i am not human . not human not human not fucking human . fuck you . speak for yourself .