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Little Nas Are You Working On Your Raps

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”pdf file” “unalived” “grape” “corn” what if i killed myself right here right now

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Kink isn’t shameful because of the weird sex stuff. That part’s rad. It’s shameful because it is technically improv. 

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please dont tell your transfem friends that their interests are aligned with those of cis men

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add another clove of garlic im not driving

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can you guys watch my normal dog for a second I have to run to the bathroom

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On Friendship.

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your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

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Everything written on “Female autism” is amazing like we just put 293638363836 trillion dollars into our study that concluded women are more often forced to abide by social rules and act palatable than men. Shocking stuff

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The study on the left inspired the color story of the piece on the right

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i’ve mentioned this here before, but it will remain one of the most ideologically influential experiences of my life: when i was in fifth grade i did a report on post traumatic stress as manifested in veterans of the vietnam war, and my father did me the huge favor of connecting me w/ a vietnam vet friend of his who was diagnosed with PTSD, assuring him that while i was only ten i was bright and curious and he should be as honest with me about his experience as possible. 

i remember entering his office with my tape recorder, sitting in a chair that was too big, and asking him questions about war, and his life after war, while swinging my legs over the edge of the chair. i remember being very, very quiet as he spoke of pulling the car over on the highway for fear of crashing when his hands would shake uncontrollably in response to song on the radio or a smell that he couldn’t be sure was real or sense-memory. and of ruined relationships and anger and american hypocrisy. 

and i also remember that was the day i learned what “valor” meant. he used “valor” in a sentence and i didn’t know that word, and when i asked him to explain “valor” he became very quiet. and i can’t remember precisely what he said, if he ever offered me the dictionary definition or not, but i do remember him looking very sad, and saying something about our country’s idea of “valor”, and also something about a broken promise. and there was an edge to his words that i couldn’t parse at the time that i would later come to understand was bitterness, that he sounded bitter. 

to this day i can’t hear or read the word “valor” without seeing sunlight coming through his office window at a slant, close-to-sunset light, and feeling the kind of quiet, confused, completely internalized panic a child feels when they sense that a grown up is trying very hard not to weep in their presence. 

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hurr hurr I'm a human body hurr hurr I'm gonna solve all my problems using mucus