we need to fully bring back disco. no pastiche: no discowave or ironic disco. no being ironic about the clothes. just wear what you would’ve worn in the 70s. no white washing the historical black and lgbt aspects. pure expression of dance and music and love and loss and sexuality. dead serious about all of this and frowning as i write it at the prospect that this won’t be what happens when the covid curve is flat. we need disco back again with zero irony or pretense. NOW.

reality will baptize you fast and brusquely like a scared eastern orthodox baby

for real obsessed with this reply

new type of male called the tired male . and its a guy whos tired

everybody straight till the narrative foil walk in

A baguette is a sword

A pretzel is a talisman

the hottest things ever are smiles and senses of humor. i’m so serious. nothing else even comes close

“what about ass” what about THIGHS, you idiot. thighs and eyes, if we’re keeping the momentum.

actually this entire post is canceled bc i somehow forgot about laughs being the sexiest shit imaginable. how.

what movie do y’all know front to back like it doesn’t even have to necessarily be Good,, it’s just something you’ve seen so many times that the dialogue is printed into the very core of your being

idk im really tired of 15-17 year olds who have never interacted with the gay community irl and spend too much time on tiktok trying to act like the authority on all that is lgbt+ 

kids are so fucking funny. we made pride flags with the elementary schoolers and a fifth grader added a gray stripe to the progress pride flag and when i asked him what it was for he said “for the emos”

"I can fix him" this "I can make him worse" that Pathetic. I can love him so much that it changes the course of the entire narrative.