Pine Hutch

[ text ID: I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. I suppose life always ends badly for almost everybody. We must have long fingers and catch at whatever we can while it is passing near us. ]

lesbian scifi is so easy. here’s a woman in cargo pants and a tank top on a spaceship. are you with me

maybe it’s not even cargo pants. maybe it’s coveralls rolled to + tied around the waist. maybe she even has fuckoff boots

I just know Benoit Blanc has an unskippable monologue about how men don't know how to dress anymore because of corporations making lower quality clothing, the death of tailoring and men being afraid to know how to dress well because they think it'll make them look gay just locked and loaded just waiting to be triggered.

She is going to hit that Christian baby for a home run.