yeah im going to get the transsexual gender surgery. here’s how it’s done: the doctor takes the scalpel, and cuts a rip in the space-time continuum, and anyone who thinks its appropriate to ask me about my medical history in casual conversation is sucked into the void.
"who do i have to fuck around here to get a youtube montage of every time jenny schecter says the word *man*on the L word???" -myself, many years from now, when i’m old and cantankerous and living alone in the woods
i had a dream about a tumblr person last night and it was the same person who i had the sex dream about before but this was just a regular dream. still weird though isn’t it, how i’m obsessed with you all
i’m only talking about human people, which includes dogs. otters are of course highly impressive
i love old people, kids, dogs, and babies. not all that impressed by everyone else honestly
not only did she have the audacity to not beg/grovel/plead for my forgiveness but she implied that in my next life i would be a cat
i just can’t stand the thought of not being groveled at it’s making me nauseous
that nurse who i’m obsessed with emailed me today. all this time i have been holding on to this pathetic fantasy that any day now she would call me up and beg my forgiveness. i didn’t have any plan for how i would respond, i never took it that far because i knew that this was completely unrealistic and would never actually happen in real life. but i never considered the possibility that she would try to get in contact with me in some other capacity, not begging my forgiveness. i’m actually quite horrified by this and i don’t know what to do about it.
if i had a nickel for every piece of art about top surgery that i watched i could probably be an artist by now