This one made me laugh.
This one made me watch it on the edge of my seat.
This woman plays a man who becomes a woman. Brilliant!
This one made me smile from my left ear to my right ear.
LATER EDIT - oh, there have been so many on this little post I wonder how can I be so absentminded.
I am not wearing a dress, just for the record. In spite of my friend’s joke I have never worn a dress or at least I have stopped wearing a dress a long while ago. Is trying on the same thing as wearing one? And how come then that I identify with female characters in the latest movies I have seen? Must be something wickedly gay. Or at least obscure in how I resonate with Bree in Transamerica and Rafi in Prime. That remains something we all should or could ponder over until the next time. I have just terribly enjoyed these movies. Good night.
When they ask you “What are you looking for?”, make sure to always reply: “Nothing, I already have everything. You?”. You will never hear from them again.
It’s a gay old time.
When my friend is using the phrase above, in her affectionate way, she is voicing her mild discontent with having to put up with somebody else’s personal preparations that seem to run longer and longer as the deadline is passed. I for one realize it has to do with both procrastination and a deep insecurity that demands for elaborate care of the outside to mask the inside, which, by the way is so deep and discreet it would go unnoticed anyway. But a psychological mechanism is a psychological mechanism, nonetheless.
The latest launch of the gay magazine, or the launch of the latest gay magazine, was exactly that.
I shouldn’t go into details, as I do not plan to upset anybody, but let’s all note a couple of bullet points.
When you invite me there, I expect to be greeted. If you don’t know me, nevermind, it’s a great opportunity to. Play the host nicely, there is no such thing as a closeted host. This is a gay magazine, isn’t it?
I do drink from bottles and cans occasionally, but I never do that when I am served by a waiter. If you send the drinks, send the glasses as well. Or else I am a bitch.
I know normal is a relative term, but when you claim along the lines “we” are basically normal, don’t open your act with a travesty number. It doesn’t work well with the psychosomatics of the general public.
I am not even sad, just solid frozen, and that is but my own fault. No animal was hurt during the production of this text.
“click on me and ur dreams will be contruE!!!!”
well, I did and they dind’t, what next?
” Honest person searching for an open relationship….I search for a man who can understand my pains.”
yeah, the boy should turn a blind eye to your fooling around and not be hurt when you abandon him for the sociably acceptable girl
” hello hello hello hellohello hellohello hellohello hellohello hello”
oh, there must be a better use for CTRl + C CTRL + V
And then, right there, as I was trying that thing on, I had something I did not have in a long long while under the given circumstances. I had a Chinese election. Yes! And “yes, men do think with their penises”. At least I was, apparently. Right then and there I had to buy it. The shop assistant could not explain the mysterious smile spread on my face.
Yesterday at -15 Celsius, that is 5 for the Fahrenheit people, I was under the impression someone sneaked superglue in my shift gear box. But last night I had to sleep in train just pulled at the platform from a depot thirty minutes late at pretty much the same temperature. Plus the wind and the herd effect of 300 people rushing their trolleys from the MickeyDee’s on the cubic tiles. It made the horrid tea taste bearable. Now everything is fine at -9 C, 15.8 F.
Every boy has a cock.
And it shows in various ways.
I know I could be contradicted by gender scholars, but I do not aim at academic recognition when I state the above.
And with very few exceptions, every girl wants one too.
These are thoughts on the occasion of my last theatre attendance.
Then I needed an extra sentence for the missing pill… and this was it.
We are all so full of shit. On a later edit, I was not talking about
this, but, man, what a coincidence!
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