having feelings =
1 burger
5 slices of pizza
? cookies
? coffees
? beers
1 hotchocolate
2 fried chicken legs
2 new pairs of shoes
2 new pairs of pants
5 new shirts
1 new jacket
1 new book (breaking my self-imposed no book buying rule)
2 peices of cake
1 bag of chips
5 episodes of the simpsons
BUT
0 regrets
0 cigarettes
Best Going-Away Present Ever of the Day: On his last day at an unnamed lion park, an employee gets a goodbye group hug from the pride’s youngest members.
[huffpo.]
I don’t think I’ve ever been so jealous.
i’m too raw for this right now
giant kitten love fest please
Q: why is early 90s queercore the best?
A: it just is
“queer sex is great, it’s fun as shit
don’t worry jesus is dead and god don’t exist
and swearing is fun, it’s funner than piss
that’s it’s stupid is a cruel and classist myth

queer sex is great, it’s fun as shit
don’t kill yrself cuz people can’t deal with yr brilliance
sometimes i can’t remember why i want to live
then i think of all the freaks and i don’t want to miss this”
(Team Dresch)
i started working for a wealthy family as their nanny/manny/housekeeper/whatever.
twice a week i tidy their mansion and shuttle their two perfect children to their lessons at the club. the children are 4 and 6. they are white-blonde, blue-eyed, slightly-grownup -gerber-baby/ gapkids-model-beautiful.
her room is pink and cluttered with barbies and tiaras. seriously. his room is blue with trucks and toy tools. yep.
the kids give me that familiar head-tilt when they look at me. the one that precedes ‘are you a boy or a girl?’ neither has asked me yet.
on day one we went for a walk around the neighbourhood. so i know where the fancy, organic grocery store and playgounds are. when we get back to their home we come through the backdoor.
“this is where the boys shoes go” she shows me
(sneakers and leather dress shoes)
“this is where the girls shoes go”
(pink flipflops and flowery gumboots)
“we were wondering…” the mom says
six blue eyes locked onto me
“which side will you use.”




