used to fuck a guy who lived across the street from this place. the last time i saw him, he went “so, when’s this going to end?” i asked what he meant and he goes “this—the performance you’re doing. like when are you going to be normal?”
i actually never had to come out, my grandfather pulled my mom aside on his death bed and basically was like “u know he’s a lil faggy right?” and she was like “yeah” and he was like “ok, cool” and that was that. i was 6
i love sleeping with older men bc they’ll say things like “if i saw you on the train i’d think you were straight” meanwhile i look like the reincarnation of shirley temple
my freshman year roommate would play this song on a loop, sans headphones — the ONE time i asked if he could turn it off he went, “but the message is really important…” 😭
man next to me on the train just took a hit of poppers, immediately pulled out a copy of ‘my year of rest and relaxation’ with one hand and started reading the next chapter with a beer in the other
This West Village home is insane
Anyone who’s lived in Manhattan knows just how insane it is to own a 600 ESF studio or classic 6
Much less this home
The carriage house and outdoor space is my favorite
sister asked me to be an usher at her wedding— not a groomsman, lower than ringer bearer or flower girl. just the person who greets people and guides them to their seats…oh this just nasty