Game 3 tonight and a crack pipe just rolled across the subway floor and in between my legs as we pulled into the station. Good omen? Probably.

no one on tumblr gafs because the sports fans on here are racists or whatever but. aaaaaaaa. the knicks. I'm becoming impossible to talk to. Karl Anthony Towns. my little kitty kat. KATherine. numer 32. greatest big man shooter of all time. 28 apples tall. I love you I love you I love you. Everyone underestimated him because the NBA is blinded by homophobia. everyone underestimated my boys because they forgot that basketball is about the power of friendship. the power of friendship and the power of being Karl-Anthony fucking Towns. new york new york.

You know it was a good night in nyc when I walk by someone getting restrained by emts on my way home from the train.

at least I have the New York Knicks

I went to progressive protestant church today. trying new things etc. maybe theres an access point to Jesus that doesn't involve strength of willing myself to be straight. it was unforch simultaneously too churchy and not nearly churchy enough. I was moved greatly by the old ladies who are knitting prayer blankets for the homeless together, and I was uhhhhh. lead by the hand to a state of gracious radical acceptance of the other during the rap about being yourself set to violin.