cool that game developers are discovering that gay people exist but i’m just waiting for the day they hear about the fact that gay people of color exist. it’s gonna blow their absolute minds
im not INTERESTED anymore in seeing men’s perception of what female leisure time looks like, how we lounge around hairless and small and beautiful on our beds and couches in oversized shirts and lace underwear, unaware and unassuming and all the more beautiful for not Trying to be beautiful, i’m TIRED of it. even our most basic freedom of privacy, time alone with the self, has been butchered and ripped from us by the gaze of male photographers and artists
If you pay attention to the ads in Time Square, you learn that John Mulaney exists in Miles’ universe. Meaning that once he got over the initial shock of there being a Spiderham, Miles was concerned with the fact that Spiderham sounded like John Mulaney.
A concept: John Mulaney meeting Spiderham and this is his only reaction to meeting a talking pig that sounds like himself.
ive eaten shrimp exactly 5 times in my life, always with gusto and an utter lack of self-restaint, and each time has ingrained itself in my memory as distinctly nightmarish when they ended with me ralphing it all back up within the hour. i thought this was reflective of my hubris and insufficient fear of god, but it is only as i write this post now, crumpled to my knees on the floor of this eresto’s bathroom after eating half a baja taco and recalling that my dad is allergic to shellfish, i realize perhaps the issue is not with a higher power, but with a deeper one. biology.
