#(it's actually called a camp btw that wasn't just for emphasis)

[paris-geller-was-straightwashed]

hello friends I have returned from gay camp! it was awesome and v gay, but I missed y’all here on the internet. here are my highlights, or at least interesting points of the event:

all the various cabins were named after some group, usually an animal. we were the polar bears. when gathering your cabin for meals, people made up homing calls, like the sea serpents made hissing noises or the crows made cawing noises. nobody in our cabin really wanted to approximate a polar bear noise, so instead, we would just yell ‘EXTINCTION’ at the top of our lungs to each other

a bat, or possibly bird, attacked our cabin. I was dead set it was a bat, another cabinmate swore it was a bird. we settled on batbird.

I made friends with another canadian in my cabin, where we would reveal we both had a crush on the same person lmao

whenever fall out boy, paramore, or p!anic (specifically, ‘high hopes’) came on either at dances or from someone’s speaker, everyone, and I mean everyone, would collectively burst into song with every word to a t (All Queers Are The Same)

I saw and actually spoke to gaby dunn, and she even signed my copy of ‘I hate everyone but you’ and was so amazed/psyched I brought it all the way from canada, which’ll remain one of the highlights of my life

I also attended a workshop by matilda mara wilson, who was super lovely

you’ve never seen so many patches and pins in your life. honestly. I swear queers are just like crows, collecting and hoarding shiny/pretty things to decorate themselves with. also, related: So Many Undercuts.

all the gatekeeping and slur debates are truly just wrought from political tumblr bullshit. not once, in the five days I was there, did I hear a debate about who gets to say queer. who gets to use butch or femme by how masc/fem you were. whether asexual/aromantics got to be a part of our community. NOBODY GAVE A SHIT. queer was used frequently and positively, regardless of a person’s background with the word. we were all just happy to be there together, with one another, supporting and being queer together. there was a collective understanding that being queer wasn’t about nitpicking who got to be included or not; we’re here for each other, not to tear each other down. so, if anyone tries to police or gatekeep you, know they have no idea what it actually means to care about our community, even if they pretend that’s what they’re doing this for

and, the most important thing that I really wanted to tell y’all,

I actually had the nerve on the last day to send a anonymous confession crush note to a pretty girl (and also my cabinmate) using the cubbies they had where you could leave a note for someone if you wanted, and then when I heard her talking about it to another cabinmate and that her reaction to reading it was ‘please come up to me at the dance!’, (the last night/homecoming dance) actually had enough nerve left to find her at said dance and confess it was me, where, though it wasn’t reciprocated, she was very happy to have received the note/compliments and told me so which is more then I could’ve hoped for really