I love randomly remembering how to speak Spanish then speaking Spanish because I've had people gasp before like "THIS WHITE LOOKING BITCH CAN SPEAK SPANISH" like... I can a little
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I love randomly remembering how to speak Spanish then speaking Spanish because I've had people gasp before like "THIS WHITE LOOKING BITCH CAN SPEAK SPANISH" like... I can a little
I developed this habit at home of calling food that’s gone bad “cursed” and the other day I accidentally let it slip out in my metal smithing class and everyone was so confused. I was squeezing out a mayonnaise packet on to my ham sandwich and said “this mayonnaise better not be cursed!”
I’ve officially passed the “confuse little kids about your gender” test and it’s awesome
im glad im not the only one who enjoys being misgendered like that, ive been blessed with very effortless androgyny and have been called "young man" and "your son" (when ppl are talking to my mom) by at least 3 or 4 people and I always felt super weird about liking it bc im a lesbian but confusing people with my gender is so funny. Im just glad im not alone on that
Basically how I feel at this point. The ones who think I’m a dude are going to think it anyway the important people know better than that and that is all that matters in the long run and I too have fun confusing people lol.
- Mod J
People Confuse Me. Is That a Weird Title?
People confuse me. I’m someone who likes to figure out people. I want them to make sense. I certainly don’t mean that they can’t step outside their normal behavior — we all do. But I want their overall behavior to squarely align with their actions. When it doesn’t, I get confused. And then I feel guilty, because I feel like I’m judging them. But am I? There’s a difference between judging…
as someone who deeply enjoys confusing people and lives in redneck america, one of my favorite things ever follows as such:
i take regular dance lessons and, (like everything where I live) is right next to and shares a parking lot with a bar/casino. so a bunch of old biker maga dudes will see my car pull up, a '77 chrysler new yorker, and think 'ah yes, this is most likely another one of Us, i shall compliment this kind fellows car when he steps out'
than ME, 5'6 andro human with an iced matcha in hand, conan gray blasting from the speakers and weird dyed hair steps out
i see them not really know what to do because 1, young people like me usually don't drive cars like that and 2, usually if they do it's like a stupid teenage boy (because say it with me now, redneck america)
but this happens on the daily and i enjoy it greatly
I wish I had a friend that was a expert in linguistics so I could do random noises to try to confuse them