#it's so fucking hard

[one-winged-dreams]

[kyuala]

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[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[scurvyboy]

and he may ask himself "well, how did i get here?"

[icarus-suraki]

[morgansplorgan]

Stop, I do not forgive anyone who reads and leaves me. I need you. I am your sister, Iman, from Gaza. I am sick with a rare, difficult and rare disease. My house has been completely destroyed. I need you. Please donate to me, even if it is 10 dollars. Every day I wait for death. I have three children who need food, drink, and clothing. We need to build our house that Destroy that I do not allow anyone to donate. If you cannot donate, just send it. He cannot or publish my story. My life is in your hands. Do not forget that I am dying. I will die, for God’s sake. Donate to me to save my life from the danger of certain death.

https://gofund.me/aa9e1f74

Okay, this is why people think Gaza donations are scams. I have gotten 4 of these in the last 24 hours, which isn't much, but it is when you realize I have 7 followers. I am a noone blog. I have no money. I make $1200 a month. I sympathize with the Gaza situation, but the literal best I can do is make sure that people actually send money there and not to scammers.

I am not saying this person specifically is a scammer, but, word of advice Gaza refugees: stop messaging people. Contact UNICEF, UN crisis relief, or other charity group in your area to receive aid. I do not trust GoFundMe programs anymore, period. I'm sorry scammers ruined that for everyone.

[pinkflames]

Bro went from happy tree carnival to ᭙ꫀꪶᥴꪮꪑꫀ 𝕥ꪮ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ᥴⅈ𝕣ᥴꪊડ

[zenith-ace]

I would like to take a moment to point out how Wolvie was pinning him down by gripping his belt

It just gets gayer and gayer

[color-picked-pride-flags]

Asexual flag color picked from the celibacy gif

[chilope]

zero respect when people get all "oh nooooo i sure hope this post doesn't get a zillion noootes teehee, stop reblogging I can't have this be what people remember me for 🥺🤭" all coy and shit when the option to disable reblogs is right there. strangle that post in its crib to prove you're not a poser.

[giantkillerjack]

I think Gastronauts on Dropout is the cooking show that has made me truly appreciate the skill of professional chefs more than any other cooking show.

Like I don't know if it's because the challenges are so crazy or the fact that the judges don't have any professional input whatsoever (they're all comedians), but the combination of how utterly stoked the judges are to be eating this food and how creative the chefs get to be really works to make you marvel at just how skilled a professional chef has to be.

Other cooking shows always have a level-voiced narrator listing out shit like,

"Rebecca is doing a praline-mint ganache with a Twiffly Street stir-up, combined with a gestelle Santa Maria sponge technique."

And it's fun to pretend like, 'Ah, yes. Of course! A classic of the genre! He'd be a fool not to!' as though I know anything about cooking or baking.

But on Gastronauts, it's a bunch of comedians who would really graciously appreciate some fancy food, watching chefs cook and going, like,

"What is that? What is he doing?? It's like- like a swishy thing! Like a fancy swishy thing!!"

"OH MY GOD YES, HE'S USING ONIONS."

"Ooo! Crunchies!??"

And then the chefs get to come out and formally present their food, which makes them look very smart. And these actors who generally can't afford Michelin star cuisine are just :DDDD!

And it's like, oh yeah. This is about my level, yes. This conveys how normal people who don't eat good food for a living would actually react. And it's super chill. It's good vibes, that show. 👌

[lakemojave]

Some nerd: "Fictionalizations of Greek mythology are so inaccurate like what's the point of Hades if it's gonna be so unfaithful to these figures"

Supergiant games:

Some nerd: Holy fuck

[heartorbit]

MWAH!

[flowing-between-space]

The way your pussy tightens around my fingers makes me fucking feral. I never want to take them out.

[rollinrabbit]

I'M JUST KEN (AND I'M ENOUGH) AND I'M GREAT AT DOING ~STUFF~

[ten-ge]

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