wid3yed:

wid3yed:

if milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard… will smoothies bring me lesbians?

and now we wait….

unicornmunch:

here’s a list of what i’d like to do with you:

• hug
• go on walks while holding hands
• smile
• kiss
• cuddle
• have cute little dates
• have movie nights
• take adorable pictures
• go new places
• try new things
• fall in love
• brutally fuck you
• look at the stars
• do everything i was ever scared to do alone.

mishapoopins:

So today in my human sexuality class my 60-year-old teacher brought up condoms and suggested putting them on with your mouth and we were like ok that’s a cool idea

and then he grabbed a banana and opened and condom and put the condom in his mouth a fuCKING DEEPTHROATED THE GODDAMN BANANA TO PUT THE CONDOM ON IT AND WE WERE ALL JUST SITTING THERE IN SHOCK AND ONE KID STARTED CLAPPING

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

theoretical-undoing:

viimgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

(Source: b-random)