Bing Bong

SIKE

THEY'RE GAY

And they're not some rare exception to the rule, either!!!

About 25% of black swan couples consist of two swans of the same sex (typically, two males).

These couples will court each other, build a nest, and raise their young together in a more-or-less committed monogamous relationship.

In fact, these same-sex couples have a high success rate of 80% when raising their young to adulthood, as opposed to the 30% of their heterosexual counterparts! Two big buff papa swans are better than one when it comes to stomping on invaders of nesting territory.

"But," I hear you say, "where do their baby floofballs come from? Does mpreg exist among black swans?"

Alas, no, but there is a very elegant solution to this. The swan couple may simply temporarily associate themselves with a female swan.

Afterwards, the female swan deposits their eggs and swims off free to live her single girlie life if she wishes (or, find a boyfriend. Preferably one who isn't already committed to another boyfriend.)

So whenever someone commits the naturalistic fallacy "homosexuality bad because unnatural >:(" I like to point out not only their glaring illogicality, but also, respectfully, there is homosexuality happening in the local lake right now.

My house still smelled like peepee poopoo. This was after I used the money I had been saving for months to spend several hundred dollars on a deep house cleaning.

I was crying on the floor, oh my god, my dad is coming over for his birthday. I have a tumblr mutual coming to visit. Oh my god I’ll never be able to have guests over. I’ll never be able to get a roommate when I have to take a pay cut to start my PhD.

I did the only thing left I could think of. I released the raccoons.

Lammy went and hid under the couch, but Moonshine started sniffing everywhere. So I followed her around. Finally she started sniffing behind the fridge. I thought she was just eating the little pieces of cat food I hadn’t cleaned up when I moved the bowl. But once the cat food was gone, she was still sniffing.

I approached. I could smell it. The peepee poopoo. I felt like a blood hound. I could smell it coming from the top of the fridge.

Finally. I found the source of the peepee poopoo

Hunting for some coochie

Wrote a G up on his belt