“I went to a museum ALONE. Then I treated myself to a fancy coffee ALONE. Then I worked in the library ALONE. Then I bought this sweater ALONE.”
“You never know what’s going to provoke them to attack.”
Baopu has a long-avoided conversation with mom.
You’re sure it will continue to be awful.
“How am I supposed to explain that to my children?”
“Is it cool to pretend to be Santa all December?”
I need to go to heckin’ therapy.
“Ahhhh… the afterparty: Where good decisions go to die.”
Shhhhsh-sh-sh. I have one minute left.
I want to be safe and free.
Why does it need to happen? Well, Facebook and Twitter combined with Russian attempts to influence elections are the reason the United States is currently beset by 45, for example, but also because existing laws and regulations were never built for this era.
The thing about leaving is that the ghosts tend to stick around.
“I can simply rest in this strange and beautiful world of homosexual daddies with expansive definitions of what it means to be masculine; given how raw and terrible I feel as I continue to come out as trans, continue to lift up the rocks within myself and peer under them, this is what I need.”
They want one voice, one wall, but we must remember how to feel.
“You’d think after someone dies you wouldn’t have to deal with their bullshit anymore… yet her hatred perseveres!”
…I know. I know. Jealousy is a toxic and entirely unfavorable emotion.
I don’t need another anger hobby, I have Twitter. Give me easy games, bud. That’s what I want.
Don’t freak out, but I’m just not feeling that into Halloween this year.
From the McElroys to Zoë Quinn and Tina Horn to the random guy that tries to make me buy his titty comics, I ask everyone how gay their shit is.