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Still no more dnd art sorryyyyy have coyote
I've mentioned several times that SGG was raised in a cult, but I don't think I ever clarified that it was children of god, and that they lived internationally and that they were very isolated from the general public wherever they lived. Sometimes he's so casual about it and then sometimes he tells a story and I'm like, oh fuck, how are you not more fucked up.
Anyway he told me about this time that they lived in Texas and were forced to sell religious literature in a mall and he snuck away, into a Walmart. Ace Ventura 2 was playing on the screens, specifically the scene where he's hiding in a mechanical rhino and is ejected, naked and sweaty, in front of onlookers. It blew his fuckin mind.
SAM ELLIOTT in Road House (1989)
Lol
The woman who is part of the couple who abandons their laundry for long stretches just sent out a text that someone had left the back door to the storage/laundry area wide open, nobody in sight, and that this is unacceptable.
Not a minute before I saw an electrician walk out of the area.
Not a minute later I heard him thanking another tenant for unlocking it to let him back in, "I literally just went out to check the meter!"
Ahh, apartment living.
In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly don’t get it. I call it the Pascal Method.
Taylor Swift does this
no she doesn’t
You clearly don't go here or to queer history and signaling, or both, enough to have this conversation and I'm not going to explain it to you. You could have asked questions, you could have done even a modicum of research. You didn't and you made yourself look ignorant. Goodbye.
#I'm fucking crying#this is an instant classic#this is the next meme#i can't believe I'm here to see a baby copypasta nary two hours old#I can't#lol#i laughed way too hard#iconic
i went to queer history and signaling and i didnt see taylor swift
At first I thought this guy was another entry in the randos that insta wants me to follow but then I was like, oh right, I slept with that guy!
He spent the night (ugh) and got annoyed that my top sheet was tucked in and made a big show out of kicking it out, and I thought that was so rude.
Male loneliness this, male loneliness that. Have they tried lobotomies? Tranquilizers? Being fingered by medical professionals? Tearing the yellow wallpaper off the walls of the attic room where your husband keeps you locked up?
Last night I was like, yeah so I was thinking about that relationship escalator thing again and it just doesn't make sense. I love living alone; I don't want to cohabitate. Marriage just doesn't make sense to me at this point in life. Now, kids... I'm open to that, provided that somebody else births them, raises them, and is financially and emotionally responsible for them. So like, I could be a father. Then I laughed way too hard at my own joke.
I worry that I've been an unreliable narrator, or that I've suggested that I want something from SGG that I don't think I actually want, and I feel almost guilty or bad or like y'all will think I'm lying to myself if I try to articulate what I do want.
And then I feel like I seem defensive, like "no, that's not what I'm upset about, it's this."
I am actually writing a lot in my journal now, a paper one that my lovely hand computer friends cannot read. I haven't presented the full scope of what I expect or what I know he can or can't offer.
There are entries in this journal of my romantic exploits going back to January 2001. There's a dynamic I've described in there before, one that's been so elusive - of being lovers with someone and having a tremendous amount of freedom within that. So many men have either 1. freaked out because me being sweet to them must mean that I want to get wifed up, or 2. wanted a relationship where they need me to become more accessible or to mold myself to their lives in a way where I lose a bit of myself. I don't want either of those things!
This is probably a whole lot of word salad, but I just mean.... I'm figuring it out.
I used to sing this to my upstairs neighbor in Spain after they'd make me dinner and it's still very much My song
what if we all explode
This very production of Orpheus & Eurydice is now available to stream, free, for the month of June.
A compilation of the random men that Instagram thinks I want to follow, part 2
A compilation of the random men that Instagram thinks I want to follow, part 1
Do the youths know how good this song is
One of the books I've enjoyed most in the past couple of years is called The Librarianist. It's set in Portland, so obviously I like that, but it's also such a lovely sweet and sad story. The writing was so evocative that I find myself thinking of it at times. It's also extremely funny, in a quiet, quirky way. I think a few of yous would enjoy it.