Not really but when I wear my duster and my nice wide brim felt hat people always say I look like Van Helsing
Not really but when I wear my duster and my nice wide brim felt hat people always say I look like Van Helsing
Excising yourself from bourgeois social media day just doesn’t have a good ring to it.
Well it doesn’t help that they use the cake icon for it.
Not sure what else to propose calling it but anything else would be better.
My mom was so dead set about molding me into her idealized version of a hippie kid that she wouldn’t let me cut my hair as a young child despite the trauma of all the homophobic shit and actual fights I endured in kindergarten.
She to this day refuses to accept her part of responsibility for my complicated relationship with gender and social norms while also robbing me of a somewhat normal childhood even if it was reactionary social pressure that motivated me to want to conform to gender norms.
Mario bros. It was still new.
“This is America. Nobody deserves to be treated as a black man” holy fuckin shit.