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There’s this guy I work with—a redneck, looks exactly like a lil’red, 24 but acts 10—and he likes leather, a lot. Leather is not manly; it’s gay and an abominable clothing choice. I know, I’m gay and I have a leather jacket.
Lil’red wears chaps and he doesn’t have a motorcycle.
In a gruff voice he whispered, as I was wearing my jacket, “you’re wearing leather, niiiccce.”
Bondage and shit was a thing. Now it is not.
My SBF thought I was his girlfriend.
My SBF cuddled me in my sleep.
My SBF buys me things but he’s a chronic liar. My SBF is thief. I need to raise the bar next time.
So I’ve a straight boyfriend for a while. A straight boyfriend is a straight man for whom you have a crush, they know it and they don’t mind. My straight boyfriend gave me a teasing kiss and I have seen him naked. Basically, he’s taken it a little too far.
Last night he asked me what it’s like to give a blow job while we were watching Mean Girls. Too many questions about what it’s like, how it feels, is it fun. I’m not looking for anything scandalous, serious, or sexual: if I was I’d flirt with a gay man. And I won’t be teased about this. It’s over.
FML.
At least I don’t feel like I have to break it to him.
[image description: picture of two presumably male individuals in service uniform. One has their arm around the other. They are leaning forward as if about to kiss.]
Vintage LGBTQ*
My heart is ever at your service. — William Shakespeare
Image: Photographer, subjects, unknown, c. 1940s (via woolfandwilde.com)
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Walking through the near south neighborhood before nine am, I realize that hot guys wear nothing but overalls, a-shirts or pajama bottoms as they walk their dogs through the alleys—Lincoln, I think I love you: muscles, tans, ethnicity, heights, and hair with a touch of husker or cowboy hat; I will be waking up early now.
I can right some bullshit about husker football with a subliminal queer reference and one person on tumblr will like it every nine days during football season. excellent

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I’m homosexist.
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XII, The Hired Girls
My Antonia, Willa Cather
The Thirty year’s War Timeline and article in the June/July 2011 issue of Out Magazine