My Mom’s sitting outside our house on our dock. She’s sitting on a deck chair with our house skeleton sitting beside her. She’s set up two glasses of champagne on the little deck chair table.
Our skeleton is wearing a wide-brimmed hat for sun protection.
straight people writing closeted gay characters: every day…i Suffer because i Lie….i feel so filthy for my Lies and my gayness…i must lust after every same-gender person i see…i am so jealous of the straights, for i can never be Free like them….
me: fuck i almost outed myself because i couldn’t resist a gay joke again
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