My long shlong is the same way =/ I want that hand holdy, beach waltzing, nights-by-the-fire novella of love, but I don’t want to put in the time. I just want to shake the tree and continue the shaking without discussing feels. Feels are scary! I always assume I’ll get them hurt, so I just don’t apply my heart. Fuck…

That’s how I act sometimes. I haven’t dabbled in the deep end in almost six months, which is a while for me. I don’t feel all sad and down about it. I don’t feel like I’ve turned ugly and unattractive, either. I just don’t care. But sometimes I do want to just do it, simply to have done it. We humans are weird.

I agree. I’ve been struggling with the ole bipolar demon since I was a teenager (five years ago, so not that long). When I get my meds sorted and feel happy, I don’t give a fuck about fucking. When I’m depressed I use sex as some reaffirming tactic to make me feel alive. Doesn’t work.

Being born in your sac has to be both terrifying yet tidier (for the uterus-owning parent).

I’ll just call them “Participation Trophy Christians”. They show up, but no one cares about them.

This is a hard truth. “Disagreeance” gets confused with “hate” very easily, from both sides and from within. I struggle with not hating the conserative Christians, because they have greatly twisted the nipple of Christ to persecute and denounce humans for centuries. I have a hard time telling people I’m Christian,…

How do you really feel tho

My friends and I smoked some science once, next thing I knew I was having anal sex =///

Rapture ravers really grind my gears. Where was divine retribution when Ireland voted for same-sex marriage? Oh wait. God loves America more, we are the gold medal Christians.

whitemansplain some more for me, daddy!! ooh baby!!

I couldn’t have said it better myself. I didn’t know how to phrase it to offend the least amount of people, but throwing a trans lead actor in a wide-release film wouldn’t go over so well in America as of 2015. Movies have to make a profit, and my relatives here in Southern Alabama probably won’t see this movie as-is.…

What the camera hides, copious amounts of drugs reveal.

I’ve gradually lost my accent over the years. It was deliberate at first, but now I miss it. There aren’t many people my age with a redneck accent (which is dominant down by me).

Look at all that dirt! I’ve never seen dirt before! DAMN

Oof. That’s disgusting.

I present you with the gold medal in the recently added Olympic Event of State Pride playoffs. You are the Superior American, have this apple pie and Middle Eastern tears.

Tupelo is a strange place. My mom lived in Smithville for a hot minute and rarely discussed it. I’m down on the coast in AL, and even I get weary when I venture outside the city limits.

Don’t even get me started on that school, let alone parking. I made it two years before a string of unfortunate events led to a medical and personal leave. They have been so generous and accommodating, but I don’t want to return and be that creepy mid-20s guy living in dorms. Off campus housing is even more atrocious…

I didn’t know that about Carroll! Patrick Healy was black, but passed as an Irish-American. No one researched his mixed race heritage until 1960. It was mentioned once to me by one of my friends in the scholarship program as an aside when we were walking through this building which maybe kinda is a big fucking deal on…