One of the funniest parts of the latest season of sex education is seeing Ezra Furman’s transcendental songs about trans liberation being played underneath a scene about an awkward cis boy struggling to take dick pics to send to his gf.
Thinking about last night when I was in the ER waiting room with a gallbladder that was about to burst on hour 4 of excruciating pain and the tv was LOUDLY playing a Halloween addition “the masked singer” which was h@rry p*tter themed. I have gazed into the void.
There is one thing and one thing only that can make me cry on command and that’s whenever I think about the those stuffed animals they give to elderly people who need a companion but aren’t able to take care of a real animal anymore.