This Pride Month, I hope you guys remember that inside you there’s a gay demon that won’t shut the fuck up.
Two weeks ago I was just lazing on my bed and the fucker in my head basically goes, “Hey twink, do you remember that one book series you got into as a child? And in one book, that you had a very confusing obsession with? The one with the knights? And monsters? It was a fucking queer fantasy.” I stare at it and it stares back at me because luckily for me, it forgot what the fuck the series called.
Present day, I’m scrubbing the dishes having forgotten this voice, when the fucker returns to me and helpfully supplies the series name so abruptly I freeze up and drop the soapy sponge onto the floor.
Do not fuck around with the gay voices in your head.