Western civilization has been a struggle between its two founding myths, Socrates (gay, horny, seek truth yourself) and Jesus (straight, not horny, believe what you are told).
It��s more than language. These archaic mindsets need to change and have no place in our sport. I’ve been surrounded by these attitudes and targeted my whole life. There has been plenty of time to learn. Time has come for action.
it's a good weekend to read a book, ride a bike, steal a boat, disrupt a wedding, turn your man into a wild stag and have him torn apart by his own hounds it's called self 👏 care 👏
A crush in the 1950’s: You know it’s real when he makes your heart flutter.
A crush in the 2020’s: You know it’s real when you refresh your insta story every 4 seconds to see if he watched and hope his name is at the top.
I pick up one baguette from the grocer’s and suddenly I’m a cute Parisian waitress cracking open my crème brulee with a spoon, shyly falling in love on the ghost train, ordering a single fig at the café as I quietly slip my hand into a barrel of rice.
me *young, depressed*: autumn is all about death and sadness and things passing
me *older, wise*: autumn is for hay rides and haunted houses and warm cider and suddenly bursting into a flock of crows and stopping the evil carnival from taking over your town.
live your life with the enthusiasm of Emily Dickinson, who wrote long, poetic, dash-filled letters to a lady she had a crush on, who eventually stopped responding and married Emily’s brother.