actually crying this is not okay i am sorry i am doing this to you all
come on over, Juan. door open, lights dim, you walk into the kitchen, i’m there, ass on the couch, fully clothed, you eat my cake. i have another boy on the way now, you can both eat my cake while i watch.
you know i could have probably stopped by edward’s and dropped off some but for some reason i didn’t, and I am really disappointed in myself. i was having a crisis about that cake. i poured all of my anxieties into that cake and i needed to get rid of it so i went on grindr to try to get as many boys as possible to eat my cake. in many ways it was exactly similar to what i used to use grindr for, but much more rewarding and i don’t feel empty inside or ugly.
Queer Cuban feminist killjoy.