how to blog
- selfie sometimes
- unsuccessful text post
Phases of a period
- Why am I so horny
- ouch it hurts so bad
- cuddle me to make it better
- i think my uterus is eating itself
- blood, so much blood
- let’s bone
You forgot: toooooo tired & why is my face swollen
why did tumblr change the shade of green of the reblog button its making me uncomfortable
it’s also hella ugly
reblog if i can message you and awkwardly make conversation with you so we can become best friends
I miss the old tumblr.
I miss how people use to just write how they feel or post pictures that they take. Now tumblr is just a bunch of reblogs of things people like or people want. I’m not hating or anything. I just miss the old tumblr how everyone could just write their feelings and people could…
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.’
God bless drag queens.
I will always reblog this
Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.
Oh fuck yes.
If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.
Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.
God bless drag queen omg