i know that queer eye had a huge volume of issues, particularly in the first few seasons, but i truly miss five chaotic queer people storming into people's homes and being like. you live like shit. i renovated your kitchen. your shampoo has sulphides in it and you're gonna die. here's a twenty minute lesson on how to cut an avocado. wear this floral shirt or your wife will leave you.

i do feel somewhat ruined forever. but it’s okay we stay silly

happy pride month to this post specifically

september was practice… in october I’m getting my shit together

in november I'm getting my shit together

in december I’m getting my shit together

in february I’m getting my shit together

in march I’m getting my shit together

in april I’m getting my shit together

in may I’m getting my shit together

in june I’m getting my shit together

a good breeze feels like forgiveness

at some point you have to realize that you actually have to read to understand the nuance of anything. we as a society are obsessed with summarization, likely as a result of the speed demanded by capital. from headlines to social media (twitter being especially egregious with the character limit), people take in fragments of knowledge and run with them, twisting their meaning into a kaleidoscope that dilutes the message into nothing. yes, brevity is good, but sometimes the message, even when communicated with utmost brevity, requires a 300 page book. sorry.

am i even mentally ill or am i just living in some kind of infinite torture chamber that would make anyone like this