talk about your taste in women

the last time i went to pride a few years ago i brought one of these things and filled it to the brim with vodka and i was too busy sharing hits off the secret vodka bag with every stranger who wanted to partake to care about anything else. it became a whole bartering system where people gave me pins or lei's or other trinkets to gain a spot in line for the secret vodka camel bag. didn't matter what they looked like or how much clothes they wore, drag queens and leather kings and all the other ruffians got a hit from the camel bag if they had something to share, even if all they had was themselves. it was fucking disgusting. nobody had to bend down or anything because the straw was several feet long. moral of the story is at the end of the day... coexist.

When we’re new to adulthood, it doesn’t immediately occur to all of us that you’re almost always allowed to leave a situation, because growing up we’re forced to stay in situations until someone dismisses us and/or takes us home, or if we do leave on our own accord there’s someone waiting at home to say “we don’t quit in this family!” Boring party? You can leave. You don’t like the lecture? You can walk out. New doctor not working out? You can end the appointment, you don’t need to wait for them to dismiss you. Bad date? You can just go home. Leaving a situation prematurely might have consequences, but unless you’re under arrest or serving prison time, it’s pretty much always allowed.

two equally delightful paths here: