When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
So my mom told me to record a song for her. She didn’t give specific instructions like what kind of song and she didn’t tell me not to fool around while singing, so there.. now’s my chance to do some impressions
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I want to call bullshit but I can’t take that chance
holy shit you’re really doing it
DAMN STRAIGHT I AM NOT STRAIGHT BUT IM DOING IT BRUH
“Your soulmate is not someone that comes into your life peacefully. It is who comes to make you question things, who changes your reality, somebody that marks a before and after in your life. It is not the human being everyone has idealized, but an ordinary person, who manages to revolutionize your world in a second…”—(via teambrittana)
Here’s my thing with spiders, they aren’t mammals. When I see a deer or a coyote in my neighborhood I feel bad. I think “damn, this was your home and we just fucking cut down the trees and put houses here. That sucks for you I’m sorry I’ll always break for you and do as…
Dammit man. These are real people. Some of these might even be schoolmates or that person in the bus on the way home or that one kid who refuses to go in the pool or that dude who dropped their ice cream on the floor
READ THE LIST YOU GUYS.
IF YOU’RE ON IT THEN PLEASE CLOSE YOUR ASK AND SUBMIT. DON’T JUST TURN ANON OFF.