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imagine you're tyler morimoto making a midnight run for a thousand candles for your boss who cannot decide if he wants scented or unscented and then he starts sexting you. he's so strong.

yeah yeah rainbow capitalism is bad and whatever but like. when I was a child, being pro gay was not the popular or lucrative choice. I'm happy that times have changed.

I miss rainbow capitalism. I do. I miss when it felt like public opinion was still pro gay. I understand it was always an empty gesture, but it mattered in a sense of knowing how socially acceptable being queer is. If that makes sense.

It's so unbearingly noticeable how fast it went away

whenever you stop and listen to self advocacy by people w cognitive disabilities we're always saying things like "i want to choose what clothes to wear" "i want to date without someone supervising me" "i want to have input into what medication and surgeries i get" and like that's really fucking sad and nobody seems to consider how fucking miserable it is for any class in society to be pleading for these things as a group

SIGNAL!!! BOOST!!! I don't care if this doesn't fit your blog's aesthetic, reblog EVERY TIME!!!

WE'WE ALLLG ONNA DIE

used to live in a college town that was huge on sports. 80% of small talk was sportsball and so i developed an Evil Habit: whenever the conversation inevitably turned to the upcoming Big Game i would act excited and then confused. I would earnestly insist they had the details wrong. "the game next Saturday? don't you mean the Thursday after? playing against the [predator species]? no we're playing against the [other predator species]." And so on. i would draw this argument out for as long as feasibly possible, until eventually someone would pull out their phone to prove to me my wrongness. At which point I would squint exaggerated at the screen, slap my forehead in an eureka moment, and exclaim "oh you meant the MEN'S team!!! are they doing a game? that's nice."