there’s so much love in the world. so much love you could drown in it.
Fred W. McDarrah, outside the Stonewall Inn in June 1969 / queering the map / Marie Ueda, “1977 San Francisco Gay Day Parade” / Wilfred Owen to Siegfried Sassoon / the Lovers of Modena / James Schuyler to John Button / John Boskovich, “Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers): Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate” / Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf / Joan E. Biren / Saphho, Fragment 147 / @orpheuslament, “The Second Coming, or Jesus at the Gay Bar”
I have decided that yes, actually, I am tired of being nice. I’m tired of trying to make everyone happy. I’m tired of always putting myself second to everyone else. and most importantly, I’m just tired, just in general.
so no, I won’t lend you money. I won’t help you with your project. I won’t pretend to care about your latest uninteresting story. it’s my turn to be cared for, for a little while.
My favorite thing to do before executing a risky maneuver is to loudly proclaim to anyone nearby that “I’m young, I’m fantastic, and I’m never gonna die”. This is firstly to pump myself up, secondly because if I succeed I’ll be proven right in front of an audience, and thirdly because it is the funniest possible thing to say immediately before being horrifically mangled in a completely dumbfuck sort of way
The 80s was literally like the most depressing decade after WW2 I hate how obsessed we are with that shit still
What people think the 80s was: synthwave neon legwarmers fun movies D&D Stephen King cute boys with mullets kissing each other under the bleachers
What the 80s actually was: AIDS crisis, neoliberalism, Reagan and Thatcher, unquantifiable levels of homo/transphobia, racist/patriarchal backlash against the radical gains of the 60s and 70s, Satanic Panic, rise of the evangelical right, collapse of socialism, collapse of the union movement, nuclear proliferation, tough on crime bills, mass incarceration, and most movies still sucked ass
