I tend to forget how important it really is to me that people recognize the fact that I am, i'm fact, a queer person.
The way I choose to present myself makes it very easy for people that want to ignore that fact to cast it aside when they find it most convenient. Which, while sometimes still jarring, I've come to expect.
And then I will have one singular interaction with someone who just gets it, alludes to my queerness speaking as if it was a given, and I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the realization of "Oh. I have been missing it. It really was an important and valuable, indispensable, part of what makes me fundamentally myself".
Lucy Santangelo's hair defeated me. It's just not big enough.
all of humanity in his hands
(driving home from work) i must not kill myself. killing myself is the myself killer. i will— (sees a guy jogging shirtless and he’s all sweaty) Woaw i wish I lived in his armpit (crashes car into telephone pole)
another safe house sketch
trying to shake off the lonely
I can’t believe one of the plot points in Hannibal was that he couldn’t get Will pregnant so he baby trapped him with a teenager? I feel like he could have asked him to dinner before he tried all that.
"who's your daddy?" i ask, a question as erotic as it is cheeky and playful, as i watch him push his stigmata holes down to the base of my cock. "You are," replies my sub Jesus Christ of Nazareth, knowing full well the implication. he then reassures me, "I promise."
21 / all pronouns / queer as in murderous / main. for my art, check out #vastness draws :3 i reblogboth fandom and just random things i find pretty ~☆
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