there's actually a secret eighth deadly sin and it's exactly like gluttony except for textile projects

In her song Rainbow Dress, Taylor Swift describes the position of her purported "straight sex" in relationship to what Gayle Rubin terms the charmed circle of sexuality, wherein any sexual behavior outside an accepted range can only be immoral. When it comes to the vectors of heterosexual versus homosexual and vanilla versus kinky, her "just normal sex, nothing too weird" with a "regular hunk with a beard" is positioned inside this charmed circle. Yet the most glaring exception is that her sex is public--at the gay pride parade, no less. The hunk she desires has no name, no specific relation to her, and she makes no pretense of monogamous attachment. Her apparently ironic participation at the gay pride parade draws from Michael Warner's anti-identitarian critiques of tendencies that elevate sexual orientation above other maligned sexual practices and detach queerness from sex altogether. Swift's sexuality is clearly informed by queer perspectives: the erotic fixation on ball sweat evokes gay sadomasochist "pig" subcultures, and her claim that she hates her own vagina invites a multiplicity of pleasure possibilities that do not involve direct genital stimulation. The push and pull in her lyrics between straight nomenclature and queer imagery builds upon Eve Sedgwick's critiques of heterosexual-homosexual binarism in Epistemology of the Closet, and attuned listeners know that the question of queerness "hidden inside" cannot follow such an either-or formulation.

my roommate and i have been friends for over a decade but they only just told me that they always thought david sedaris was making up the sheer amount of weird people he writes about until they met me and started hearing about all my weird experiences. anyway this came up after i described having just told some friends a funny anecdote from a few years ago and the reaction being “how do these things always happen to you”

to be clear, i ran into some beloved friends in the park yesterday, showed them my new glasses, and told them about how when i was picking out my old ones i asked to see a pair of clear frames (as was the height of fashion circa jan 2020) and the extremely solemn glasses salesman dutifully unlocked the case while saying “many people want to see if they can pull them off. few can.”

come to think of it, this was the same appointment where the eye doctor told me it was standard to write out a prescription that was slightly too weak because it would force my eyes to improve to make up the difference (i suppose not unlike how sometimes children are prescribed eyepatches?) and i have to say that while i don’t know much about optometry, this really doesn’t sound correct. on the whole, my time at this glasses store was so bizarrely stressful that i had to change my shirt as soon as i got home due to my only case of stress sweat in recent memory. anyway i’m david sedaris.

final note but when i showed up a week or so later to pick up my new (opaque frame) glasses it was a pair i had never laid eyes on before, which looked completely different from the ones i had selected (ordered square blue ones, got round tortoiseshell). i spent so long frowning in the mirror, wondering if i maybe had memory problems, that the receptionist asked if there was a problem but i decided i liked the wrong ones better so i was like no everything’s perfect thanks. and now I’m a guy who wears round glasses. real sliding doors moment.

my roommate and i have been friends for over a decade but they only just told me that they always thought david sedaris was making up the sheer amount of weird people he writes about until they met me and started hearing about all my weird experiences. anyway this came up after i described having just told some friends a funny anecdote from a few years ago and the reaction being “how do these things always happen to you”

to be clear, i ran into some beloved friends in the park yesterday, showed them my new glasses, and told them about how when i was picking out my old ones i asked to see a pair of clear frames (as was the height of fashion circa jan 2020) and the extremely solemn glasses salesman dutifully unlocked the case while saying “many people want to see if they can pull them off. few can.”

come to think of it, this was the same appointment where the eye doctor told me it was standard to write out a prescription that was slightly too weak because it would force my eyes to improve to make up the difference (i suppose not unlike how sometimes children are prescribed eyepatches?) and i have to say that while i don’t know much about optometry, this really doesn’t sound correct. on the whole, my time at this glasses store was so bizarrely stressful that i had to change my shirt as soon as i got home due to my only case of stress sweat in recent memory. anyway i’m david sedaris.

my roommate and i have been friends for over a decade but they only just told me that they always thought david sedaris was making up the sheer amount of weird people he writes about until they met me and started hearing about all my weird experiences. anyway this came up after i described having just told some friends a funny anecdote from a few years ago and the reaction being “how do these things always happen to you”

to be clear, i ran into some beloved friends in the park yesterday, showed them my new glasses, and told them about how when i was picking out my old ones i asked to see a pair of clear frames (as was the height of fashion circa jan 2020) and the extremely solemn glasses salesman dutifully unlocked the case while saying “many people want to see if they can pull them off. few can.”

starting to think this "music" thing might be worth looking into

that feeling you get when you see a popular post from pre-2013 tumblr and you go on their blog and see that op is still posting regularly......hotel california ass website genuinely

If im reading a 800 page book I should be freed of all other responsibilities in my life. Like sorry I can’t do that right now because im reading this long ass book. Yeah you know how it is