“Eat my corporate rainbows!”
“This Pride I’m finally getting over my CATHOLIC GUILT that has prevented me from engaging and enjoying hook-up culture!”
“Care-free, pain-free plot, with a genuine happily ever after.”
Don’t be like me.
How fluid is our memory?
“…is this divine intervention?”
“Look, we all know how the gays feel about their representation…”
“I’m growing something in my chest that’s spreading through my bones.”
“I have a habit of searching for memories in the future.”
“It looks like a museum for straight white women in here.”
“I’m not emotionally ready for a CRUSH!”
“An ally to whomst?”
I don’t have the kind of life I was ‘expected’ to have. How do I deal with the life I actually have, instead?
“You mean to tell me your regimen is dancing through the opening credits of One Day at a Time?”
The ants are thrilled to be visiting Autostraddle this morning!
“I love every square inch of you.”
…the word for she/he/it are WRITTEN differently but PRONOUNCED the same.
2019 could already use some good things.
Class of 19-TooDamnRecent.