We are all faggots in the eyes of people who hate us, so trying to make yourself an "acceptable queer" to pander to those people is meaningless, and once they use you to fuck over the rest of us, you'll be cast out with no one to turn to, and I do not feel bad for you
wtf is Threads, Bluesky just doesn’t have the same reach/sauce as old Twitter, I cannot log into Tumblr as a 33 year old (p sure it’s illegal past 25), I’m no longer friends with the pretentious film nerds from grad school for Letterboxd…? What’s left, MySpace?
I miss connecting w/friends online, but does anyone else feel like all social media sucks ass now. Like, Twitter is fucked (🖕Elon), IG made me want to kms, FB is for my great-aunt to crash out about politics, TikTok is a doomscroll trap, Reddit is… Reddit
Having resting bitch face rules. People think I am intense and mysterious when 95% percent of the time, the voice in my head is just incessently repeating "whoah Black Betty bam ba lam, whoah Black Betty bam ba lam"
seeing a tiktok queer out in the wild is like seeing a cartoon character, like I don’t think you’re supposed to be out here in your little low-cropped boxy tee and wolf cut?? We don’t live in the same world, you’re scaring me!
I have a complicated relationship to food and my parents and sex and my body and God and being social and most substances and probably just any aspect of life actually.
my 5 year plan is to prove that someone like me who is super neurotic and difficult and moody and depressive can still live a beautiful life and be a net benefit on the world
Joan Didion said it's painful having your self-deceptions shattered by reality but it's a precursor to developing real self-respect. Her vision of self respect: a kind of clear-eyed acceptance of yourself, your choices, and where they are likely to lead. Love the concept
There’s something so brilliantly American about a group of cops, not activated too assist with search and rescue, volunteering to keep families *out* of a grocery store so they can’t get diapers and baby formula in the middle of a massive disaster.