“there is no straight explanation for this” neither is there a gay one. there is however an aromantic one
(guy who heard that she needs to romanticize her life but got it confused with eroticize): migraine light sensitivity is just another type of sensation play when you think about it
yay internet. did you know there’s books in the internet
what if your individual artistry and combined artistic chemistry were so powerful that you spent the press tour acting as the so-media-trained-it's-invisible versions of yourselves—the actors cast in a queer romance tv show about closeted hockey players grappling with questions of what it means to be openly queer, what it means to expose yourselves and your relationships to the world, and what it means when these questions are inextricable from how you earn a living as a public figure (as a brand ambassador, as a professional athlete, as an actor, etc.)
what if your costar—who plays an older hockey player who paves the way for players like you—anyway what if that costar was an older out actor who tried to protect you from the press and media invasiveness
what if you had to navigate racist power structures and the celebrity culture panopticon in real life because of the exploding popularity of your tv show, in which your characters had to navigate racist power structures and the celebrity culture panopticon
what if your work was intimately tied to your body, and because of that, the people around you felt like they were entitled to ask questions and make comments about your body, the body harnessed to sell products in commercials and magazine photoshoots, the body performing for a parasocial audience, the body playing a sport for a team, a literal profit-driven franchise, where anybody can be traded as easily as property
oh and what if you also recorded audio erotica playing fantasy alternate universe versions of your hockey player characters and then promoted the erotica by playing the actor versions of yourselves in press interviews
here’s to all the things you survived quietly and privately this year
here’s to all the things you survived loudly, to the dead horses you beat to death, to the shit that makes you scream
Being 30 is fun. I was discussing anime with a teen at work and asked her how much of bnha she had watched. She had trouble answering and wasn't sure how to approach it. I said "better question was who was your husbando" and she turned bright red before mumbling an answer. They never expect me to know how deep their love of anime boys runs....
One time she said she used to be into BL and another employee down the hall asked what BL was and I yelled back "ITS YAOI" which reduced the teen to yelling "ITS SOFTCORE! SOFT CORE!!" So I yelled back "ITS SOFTCORE YAOI" anyway I get why dads are like that now
people act like CNC is some evil irredeemable kink as if it's not literally just you and your partner(s) deciding that today opposite day.
"But if we let people play the floor is lava around the house, it normalizes being careless around real lava!" that's y'all. that's how you sound.
if i had a dick i would love to have a disappointing orgasm in the shower while thinking of something or someone that i felt i should not be thinking about & then stand under the water with my forehead against a wall watching the proof of my guilt & shame go down the drain
The insight I get into the female mind thanks to this website is amazing.
not a female 👍
pause everybody take notes. real trans ally
Shane is so happy to see Ilya in the hospital that you can actually see the fear in that man's eyes. He walks in the room and sees that Shane has, in his infirmity, allowed the words 'WHERE is the man I FUCK' to be written across his forehead and his eyeballs. Ilya walks in the room and Shane says "Heeeey! :D" and you can see the arithmetic going on in Ilya's terrified gaze as he calculates exactly how many seconds he can be in Shane's presence without him just dissolving into a mess because Ilya won't give him kisses. He backs out of the room whispering "Shhh" because Shane "Heart Eyes" Hollander is liable to tell everyone he encounters for the next six hours how many moles Ilya has on his stomach. He sits in his car afterward and Googles shit like 'Do nurses take Hippocratic oath' and 'What is doctor-patient confidentiality' and 'Shane Hollander thirst trap' but that one is just to calm himself down. He texts Shane the 🤫 emoji every hour on the hour for the next two and a half days. Shane responds with 😚 and Ilya spirals.
