this is a dream scenario. he gets to go on a big stage with a bunch of lights and talk about his special interest to a captive audience, who are then guaranteed to applaud and congratulate him. afterwards, he'll get a little treat.
I AM excited about my bi-, sometimes tri-, monthly ritual of taking my journal out into the rain and writing poems as the ink bleeds down the page and becomes illegible. I see it as a sort of sacrifice by giving a very personal part of myself to the rain.
the echo above my kitchen sink displays nothing but memes and pictures to make my 11yo laugh while washing the dishes. i'm trying to update it; anyone got any young person memes?
somedays it feels like my family are the last people in town wearing masks, but when i went to WinCo earlier, there were at two pairs of wlw with them on. so i guess it's just the queers in town wearing masks.