listen, bro...
I went to a dance party and now I feel better.
The highlights were:
-dancing with a girl who I’m pretty sure is a.) queer, and b.) atleast slightly interested in me, please.
-I learned how to do the Cupid shuffle. It’s actually not that hard. At all. The first time I ever saw/heard it I was chaperoning a queer youth prom and thought “OMG, I’m old! I can’t keep up with the kids these days, with all their new dances!” They probably don’t even remember the macarena.
If you haven't read it, do.
I just read that Angry Black-White Boy is being turned into a feature film. AHHHHHHHHH!!!
This is what self-care looks like.
I was supposed to be interviewed for somebody’s thesis on queer women of color’s coming out stories today for the chance to win $25, but I blew it off because if I have to explain or defend my racial identity to one more person today, that person is getting punched in the face.
Down and out, losin’ ground.
Although I am Black and proud,
Problems got me pessimistic. Tennessee, by Arrested Development
