so it goes

Armand got in on the ground floor of that 20 year old loser. kept checking in on him like he was proofing sourdough until he had a beautiful geriatric fag ready to go into the oven of vampirism and emerge the perfect companion. he saw Daniel sniffing around for coke at Polynesian Mary's and said give me fifty years I can make him the hottest guy you've ever seen. and Louis was just happy he was finally taking an interest in investment because it gave them something to bond over besides missing that blond man's pussy. like it's the only long con Armand has ever successfully pulled. hard work pays off in the form of a 70something boytoy who looks suspiciously like your evil father. i'm so proud of him. my weird bug.

something something that quote about how much of gender presentation is made of one’s mannerisms and one’s walk and how much disability inhibits or totally disallows that, rendering you forcibly genderless in presentation. something something the fact that disabled adults are so frequently infantilised and framed as sexless and unfuckable. something something “you can’t be trans/gay AND disabled”. something something being stripped of your adult, gendered, sexual identity as a disabled person.

being a pervert about concepts is awesome. i don't even have to be naked just put me in a situation.

eating disorders and abortions are two things that are like, spoken about in most mainstream discourse as though they are pretty rare and aberrant, but then when you’re actually friends with a lot of women you come to find out that they are extremely extremely common and kind of banal & mundane

i love fiction so much can we never be real again