Yesterday I started bitching to a friend about how my apartment needs a major repair (carbon monoxide leak) and my landlords don’t give a shit and are driving me up the wall
he stopped me and said “now you know what it’s like to be poor.”
made me think. and shut up.
Farrah Abraham - The Phone Call That Changed My Life
…… THIS IS ASTOUNDINGLY BAD. I had to check if it was for real.
Yes, I support traditional marriage. A union between one middle-aged man and a 13-year-old girl for a dowry of eighteen cows.
Today a waiter walked up to my table and told me that my belly was too large and I should go to the gym. He pantomimed grabbing at a fat belly. He pretended to do crunches while he grinned at me.
I was stunned. In the following pregnant pause I considered whether I was to release the words dancing on the tip of my tongue: “fuck. you.”
He was equally stunned. He apologized, “I thought we were friends and that would be okay.”
I maintained steady eye-contact. Calmly and firmly, I said, “No. Not even a friend would say that. I don’t know what would make you think that would be okay”.
I told him I wouldn’t be back and left.
I had been going to this dim sum place for YEARS; we’d bonded over being gay.
OH YEAH ALSO I took my food to go and ate it naked in my living room.
Just so you all know what a bad ass I am.
I’m in a 9 hr/1 week class about sexuality and it’s basically Trans/Queer 101. Basically I listen to straight people have epiphanies about how being trans is o.k. and draw all over my notes.
If I don’t learn anything (plausible) at least I will draw better. Tomorrow the owner of Good For Her is coming though, so yay. :)