i cannot fully endorse the straight pervert. for this i apologize. my praise is reserved for homosexuals and transgender women. do keep this in mind moving forward.

I mean surely we all grew up feeling like there was a wrongness inherently deep inside us that will endure for the rest of our lives

writing isn’t hard it’s just emotionally devastating and time-consuming and requires full body possession by an idea

calling out for my mom in a moment of extreme pain and terror, but taking an aside to explain to the audience that i mean i want the concept of a mother as caregiver and protector to defend and rescue me rather than my literal mom, whose presence would neither bring me comfort nor improve the situation