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This is Bat Country
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I saw a Facebook comment on Buzzfeed (ugh) say: “It’s not the right time to discuss this, let the bodies get cold before you push your agenda”.

Don’t feel bad for your thoughts and feelings, we are all complex beings. I hope you are surrounded by love and that you and yours keep safe.

It wouldn’t be Pride without some random dude screaming about how we’re all going to hell. It’s actually comforting to know that some things doesn’t change.

I don’t think that makes you a bad person, or is selfish at all quite honestly. I’m a straight lady, and I’ve been to Pulse, so yeah, I guess it could have been me? But I’m under no illusion that I don’t have the same kind of target on my back. I’m so, so sorry that a safe space for you has been violated in such a

I read that Hamilton decided to not use muskets in their performance and people are giving them so much shit for it. I think it shows their sensitivity for the gun violence. I mean we all know that much of the Tony audience is going to be LGBT and it is just too raw to see people dancing around and singing with guns.

I have a hard time not hating the parents that raised me. My mother, who threw up on me when she read my diary at 16 and vomited on me because she read of my attraction and confusion I now identify as bisexuality. My mother who still, spits the work out gay in angry and whispered tone so my siblings don’t hear her. My

I’m devastated and scared. I’ve been to Pulse and I just keep thinking about it. I lived in Florida in a really slow-paced county so once in awhile I’d go with a couple of friends to Orlando where bars with indoor plumbing existed. Being from the tri-state area, Pulse made me feel like I was home. I am just

I’m a gay man and I lost my fiancee to a brutal car accident just days ago. I’m still in shock and my grieving process is going through all sorts of motions. Sudden death is the worst heartbreak. I feel for the victims and their families and friends.

Thanks for this space. I’m having a really hard time with this. I just keep thinking about being in my early 20's and going to gay bars for the first time and feeling so elated to be in such a fun and SAFE feeling space, to really feel a sense of community and to be able to let loose in a way that normal spaces would

I just keep thinking about this mother who hasn’t heard anything about her son. I want to believe the son is okay but I’m not feeling optimistic. http://abcnews.go.com/US/mother-man-…

“calling her every name under the sun”

I have the same issues with Kindle’s keyboard—I hate it! It often refuses to let me correct something it changed; instead, it replaces the same word with varying options over and over. I’ve learned to keep an eye on the autocorrect words that display above the keyboard. And it definitely doesn’t approve of curse

I hate to be cynical but I wonder if this isn’t just a ratings/pr stunt. Why leak to the press saying how terrible he is being and that you are ‘thinking’ about getting a restraining order. Wouldn’t you just do it??

Do what I do: imagine ridiculous stories about them (because they are probably true, anyways). I write fan fiction in my head about the Kartrashians and their talentless web of social media models and deejaying relatives and acquaintances - it always ends the same way though, with all of them being sucked into a

I get the impression that even when he is, its all fun and games. When they come home to her, its all homework and discipline, because none of that happens at Whatstherefaces house. That happens in homes where the parents are together too. But I don’t watch, I only get reality tv news here.

But like, where else am I going to read about how a B list celebrity threw their green juice at the instructor of Soul Cycle and then got a DUI on their way to rehab for `dehydration`?

Idk if the motive was explained, but I would love to never see the name Margaret Atwood ever again.

Wasn’t she previously complaining that Eddie and LeAnn had the kids too often?

Seems like Brandi Glanville is in love.