English doesn’t have a plural version for “you”
So it makes sense that ppl from other countries who are used to using plural form for you would gravitate towards “yall”
cuntslop is the straight women adopting queer slang and aesthetics to make profit not the queer trans women making the music that was birthed in our culture lol
This was Taichu’s full confession during the final LUX TOUR confessional in Argentina:
“About three or four years ago, I was seeing a guy from Córdoba who was amazing, a diamond. Seriously, he was such a sweetheart, incredible.
Up until that point, I couldn’t understand what could possibly go wrong. The problem was that he moved way too slowly, you know? And I’m pretty anxious, I’m like a volcano, much more intense.
So, being as anxious as I am, one day I met another guy, a singer, a little more delicate, the kind of guy who’s all about hugs and that whole thing. I looked at him and thought, ‘Wow, this is completely my type.’
A bad boy, huh. A bandit. I knew the guy was, like, a walking red flag, but I was blind. Completely blind.
As you can imagine, things with the guy from Córdoba fell apart because, well, I got distracted by the other one.
And this bandit, within a week, had already gone from ‘my love’ to ‘the love of my life.’ By the second week, he was already living in my house. Things got very, very intense.
And I kept asking myself, ‘Is going this fast going to make us crash into each other one day?’
— And did you guys crash into each other?
I stayed with the guy, so. I went on tour and left my house for him to look after.
And it wasn’t enough to leave my house with the bandit: I also left my cat with him. And I went on tour, everything was great.
When I came back home, I was so excited to see my great love again. You come back from tour, open the door, and you’re filled with all that excitement of seeing your love again. Except when I got home, I found clothes that weren’t mine. In my own house.
For you, what’s the worst piece of clothing you could find in your house that wasn’t yours?
— A thong.
— Bingo!
Listen, because this guy managed to turn the whole situation around on me like a champion. He said, ‘No, it belongs to your friend who came to stay for a few days. It must be my friend’s girlfriend’s, she came and stayed here.’
I was naive and completely blind, and I believed him. I really believed him!
To this day, I still wonder: how did this guy, being so jealous and possessive, have the nerve to do that and then violate my most intimate space?
— And what did you do, Taichu? What did you say to him?
— Imagine! I kicked him out, obviously. How could I not throw him out when he brought another woman into my own bed?
But, thinking about it, you really should have stayed with the guy from Córdoba, girl. What did he do again? Let’s see, what did the guy from Córdoba do for a living?
He was an artist, very dedicated, he had a job too, you know?
— Sí, on the back.
— On the back. No, I would’ve stayed with that one. Ah, with the artist from Córdoba! Because I think that with the artist from Córdoba, you found a diamond, but you chose to stay with a perla.
— Uff, no, no, no, no, no, look…
— Oh, no, that’s true. Who hasn’t been through that?”