In bushwick we were not allowed to have normal hair. If you didn’t have a mullet they would scalp you. Eating food was considered privilege so we only could eat ketamine. And if you refused to eat the ketamine a DJ firing squad would shoot you in the head
People who study queer theory be like “I’m a piggy cumdump who takes hundreds of anon loads because queer people were forced to suppress their sexuality 100 years ago”
The fact that “partner” has gradually overtaken “lover” just shows how unromantic we’ve become. What happened to sensuality? And RIZZ? I’m your “partner”? What am i supposed to do, hold your hand on the way to kindergarten class?
Simple: they have money. They have personal trainers. They were conditioned for professional careers their whole lives. They pay people to do housework, cooking, etc. I don‘t know any low/lower middle income people who have the time/energy to do all that stress-free
People love romanticizing the naively hot working class man until they find out he’s not a queer theory literato and doesn’t care about the latest luxury fashion house scandal (makes him hotter to me)
@fIeafag
People think they understand a relationship from a single photo its insane. Parental relationships can be extremely complicated, full of fights and mixed feelings and shame. I also have family w very different views than me, but to just hate them would be too simple
I actually don’t think this is an appealing vision of society. I cannot picture myself smoking a blunt with the girls here. The greenery is bland, the buildings are too commercial. It’s cold, it lacks charm, it’s clinically devoid of cunt. Looks like toronto (derogatory)
I’m sorry to all you who think cars are god’s gift to earth, but I would happily BAN cars if we had an adequate public transport system in place. This is one of the few hills I’d die on
Sometimes when i see gays posting pics of their shapeless butts on the counter i can’t help but wonder what the trajectory of their lives would be like if it were 1917 and they were drafted into the army
Plagued by the notion that anything I say has been said by someone more eloquently before me. So I started speaking in demonic gibberish. Then I remembered even that terrain has already been covered by Yoko Ono
Crop tops are out this summer. No they’re not. But only if you’re fit enough. But don’t be a showoff. Also you’re cheugy. Also you’re femmephobic. If you don’t fuck me i’ll kill myself. Ijbol
Watched a pigeon peck incessantly at a glimmering ring on the ground, just two feet away from scattered breadcrumbs. Yes even the pigeon is aesthetically partial. All life bends towards beauty
The year is 2030. Normal water has been abolished and you can only buy “mood enhancing” or “euphoria” water. All lube has been replaced with CBD oil. The country is run by a she/they named Ashwaganda. You feel absolutely nothing
97 year old diner + willy wonka experience + pussy in bio + taylor swift + fraysexual coming together to maximize their joint post-industrial schizophrenia
I think many gay men fear throwing themselves wholeheartedly into romance because it contradicts the sexual “liberation” we’re supposedly achieving with grindr etc, but deep down they all desperately want it…
The next prophet is going to be a Lana twink with an art hoe bob and he’s going to deliver his revelations in barely decipherable drag race slang, uniting the various factions of divas, dolls, and daddies into a single polity
I’m nonbinary in the sense that i’m neither stable nor totally insane. I challenge the binary between hinged and unhinged by straddling the threshold between the two
Poly-adjacent sapiosexual couple in bk looking for 3rd
Both are sides but anal ok if ur tight
No cops, no fems, exception for fem cops
Love shorter guys (under 5’)
DONT SAY “HEY” OR U WILL BE BLOCKED
Downloaded Hinge for about five minutes before remembering all the gay guys on there are disturbingly basic and boring. I can only read so many “I’m weirdly attracted to: Men” prompts before I contract mental cancer
The single word question “into?” is so sinister and yet so poetic. A sexual proposition but simultaneously a prophetic calling… into the unknown? Into the night? Into our obscure future?
A true liberation of sexuality isn’t letting it take over your whole personhood so that other people can validate it for you. Explore pleasure without subjecting it to discourse, live your desire instead of commodifying it
All I know is that all of my opinions about war and international affairs should be word-for-word based on what pop stars and celebrities in LA are saying
Once I get a new haircut, bouncy pecs, Palomo Spain swimsuit, Tonka 25 by Le Labo, a nose job, a charcuterie board, a missoni sweater, blue tiles installed in my bathroom, a book publishing deal, and love it’s over for you bitches
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In medieval monasteries, people would anoint themselves in psychedelic nightshade and speak in made up languages to communicate with God. Today we do ketamine at Basement and beg incoherently for a cigarette. Little has changed
In an age where appearances have replaced substance and where everything seems to be built and torn down so rapidly, maybe Romance has taken on a new meaning: as a resistance to everything that wants you to be disposable