if you haven’t listened to “back home” by caribou yet, we can’t be friends.
the term “pretty gay” has verbally satiated my vocal thirst. I’ve also somehow lost sense to the word “pretty”. it seems so awkward.
It’s not a woman’s place to fix you or save you. Her own life, privacy, and needs are more important than your selfish wish for her to “help you feel okay”
That’s what therapists are for, not women.
I wish i knew this growing up. understanding that our sexuality, and its unrestricted playing field eradicates such needs for sexual identity. simply accepting the fact that this world is full of animals, us included, is key to thriving in a dark and cruel world.