I Think The Worst Part About My Fathers Reaction To Me Being Queer Is Not The Anger And Lashing Out And

I think the worst part about my father’s reaction to me being queer is not the anger and lashing out and emotional manipulation, that I can handle just fine, it’s the ”now I’ll have to put my effort into making [my little sister] something” because I have so fucking clearly just been coached to be something, anything, important and successful instead of, you know, happy. Or fulfilled.

And now I absolutely relish in all my wasted potential.

I’ve flown too close to the sun. I’ve yearned for men too much on tumblr. Now there are too many absolutely spot on fantasies on my feed to safely scroll tumblr. Send help.

Alan and Jack

Be meaner. I'm trying to cum.

There’s a joke here, I’m just not sure what it is yet

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, T makes me understand why teenage boys are like that

Because jesus fucking christ

Your name is Russel Feeld. You are trapped in a VHS tape. You are in the body of a super sexy female cat burglar. You are wearing a latex body suit and a “I ❤️ my slut dad” tee shirt. You spent the past few hours getting repeatedly kicked in the head by the district attorney of Los Angeles. You just put an FBI agent into a 4 month coma. You are in the air ducts. You hate it. And now you think there are wild boars in the building.