So you’re walking your ass into the creepy basement despite your gut telling you not to, and there’s something waiting for you down below. It’s calling to you. Again, you’ve seen scary movies; you know you shouldn’t go down into this basement and you CERTAINLY should not touch anything in it. But you’re doing it anyway. Who can say why? Maybe your horoscope told you to do it or a hot butch bartender told you to do it or your ex-girlfriend who you’re in a codependent relationship with told you to do it or your gym trainer told you to do it. And like a good gay, you’re doing it. What awaits you? Take the quiz to find out.
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Multiplying books of lesbian poetry? Why, no, that has never happened to me, why would you imply…?
Oh, who am I kidding. You got me.
a dying houseplant that definitely smells but you can’t bring yourself to throw away. hey what are you in my bedroom
Multiplying copies of lesbian poetry….yeah as someone who once realised she accidentally had FOUR copies of To The Lighthouse this tracks
“butch boots that don’t fit quite right”
this is frighteningly accurate because I’m actually cursed with boots that never fit correctly and have a pair of my butch aunt’s old boots from the 90s which are too big for me stored away somewhere (I feel like they have good energy otherwise)
my too-big motorcycle boots are eyeing me from across the room