Oh, to be a handsome young navy man in 1930 with curly hair and dirt on my nose on my break from hauling cargo from the shipyard, reading a Little Blue Book titled Homosexual Life that I bought for 5¢, pretending not to notice the banker’s son eyeing me in a truly sinful way.

if ur a terf unfollow me and know that i hate you

I wanna be loved like a favorite library book. I wanna be gone to again and again. I wanna be admired and adored like a thumb running across the taped up spine of a beloved book. I want to be solace and comfort for those gentle few who need me but never keep me for themselves. I want to be unowned but never unloved, shared like a secret, dated like the slip taped to the front cover, and checked out by those who desire more of me. I wanna be under your arm and in your bed and gone and back again. Return me because you loved me. Return to me for the same reason. 

can y’all just… like or reblog if y’all are poly-safe blogs