“everyone’s always like ‘oh my god, i’m so glad i’m not a boy. because if i got excited, i’d get an erection, and then i’d be so embarrassed,’” sterling hummed as she continued to paint bowie’s nails, growing more competitive with every mistake she made. she wanted it to be pretty - not look like some damn five year old took watercolor paints and threw it on the other woman’s hand. but she was never a fan of doing things like this, so she didn’t have the practice. “but y’know what? you take one look at a gay gal’s nails, and you can tell how long it’s been since she’s gotten laid. and that’s way worse, in my opinion. like...can’t i be a nun in peace??”