BUT

I do it too, I’m not going to pretend I don’t make jokes about the hets, or the down with cis bus, or whatever

But I recently befriended a cis, straight dude and I have watched him be dismissed, degraded, and unambiguously insulted for the perceived “crime” of being straight — all in queer environments where he is allegedly “completely welcome” and surrounded by “friends”

This guy is not a toxic person! But I have seen him be made to feel so small and like his comfort and safety in those spaces are conditional on his silence and acceptance of being treated like a human dunk zone, and I think that some of y’all have had so much shit from straight/cis people that the second you feel like you’ve got an inch, you want to luxuriate in the perceived catharsis of bullying someone who— actually —doesn’t deserve it

And until he very, very carefully mentioned to me in private that it makes him feel bad, I didn’t even clock that I was involved in doing that, that it had become so instinctive for me to make casual jokes like that, and that— well meaning or otherwise —I had been contributing to an environment that made someone I really really like feel like shit

I’m gonna say this point blank— you’re a tar pit if you think this way

Your suffering does not make you special, you are not granted brand new permissions to be belligerent and cruel because you have been treated poorly, straight people aren’t an oppressed class, no, but they’re people who are entitled to the same amount of basic decency that you, yourself, are entitled to

twelve episodes, twelve contestants - a mix of annoying middle aged sci fi authors, fan fic authors and random people off the street

a variety of against the clock writing tasks, big finish scripts, ability to interact with actors without shouting at them and challenges where you have no budget or doctor for an episode

judged by solely by christopher eccleston

The Sir David Attenborough That Lives In My Brain: Being smaller-than-average presents an added challenge to foraging ... but necessity is the mother of invention. A little creativity turns a baguette into a tool, and voilà--

(paper towel roll falls on my face)

“Liam, you’re straight.”

“so?? what does that have to do with anything??”

i feel like rose wouldn't out shane even to her family, but this does offer the extremely funny idea of her just trying to do the same vague "we weren't compatible" thing and getting ROASTED for it

"hello??? you're an ACTRESS????? you can't fake a relationship long enough to bring him to thanksgiving???"

"SELFISH"

"rose, do you get your own float this year at the pride parade for your service to the community?"

"damn, dude, maybe you should start taking one of us along on first dates and seeing who the guy talks to more. it might save you some time."

The problem is that the amount of penicillin in a slice of bread is so miniscule that you'd need to eat a vast amount to receive a medical dose.

Bread mold also has a shit load of toxins that vastly outnumber the amount of penicillin. These mycotoxins over time cause liver, kidney, immune system, brain and heart damage, hemmhoraging, ovulation disruption and damage to semen production.