No one is ever as interesting as they claim to be in their about me. I have no direction. I like to think I'll get somewhere in life with baking. I'm obsessed with sci fi and horror. Old video games are cool, too. I wasn't around to remember Rock and Roll radio, but I wish I was. If you like and hate the same stuff as I do, we should have a cup of tea together.
Today, my 11 year old nephew came home from school crying. Apparently, he said he liked boys and several kids called him a faggot. I tried to comfort him, saying he was no such thing. And you know what he said? “I’m not crying for me. They just called me faggot. I’m crying for them cause they don’t understand love, and that’s sad.”
I’ve never been so fucking proud of anyone in my life.