I did the being edgy and self-deprecating thing, it gets old. I wanna be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I wanna appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way I’ve dwelled on every single thing that upsets me.
“But if there’s no cops at Pride, who will defend us from the violent bigots?”
Butches and leather daddies. Next question.
Only cops ive ever seen at pride were huddled around the 10 bigots in a cage to protect them from all 10000 of us, while the bigots hurled slurs and told us we were going to hell, the cops were there as a remider that we would be arrested if we forced the bigots out, cops arent there for us. Theyre there to protect the bigota so we font beat the shit out of them like we rightfully should
Like I always find this hilarious because this is what happens every single time. Black people a movie about themselves and white people lose their shit. Asian people make a movie about themselves and white people lose their shit. Gay people make a movie about themselves and straight people lose their shit.
Can you guys make up your minds? do you want us to make our own stories or not?
Where is the lie?










