My internship is (officially) over, and it’s finally time to laugh about it.
No, seriously. Story’s under the read more, ‘cause it’s longish.
No, seriously. Story’s under the read more, ‘cause it’s longish.
*sigh*
So this song came out recently, and Jesus Christ. It feels distinctly like an unintentional anthem for closeted rural queers, because seriously, it reminds me so hard of get-togethers on my mom’s side. Because I’m seriously not convinced they don’t realize I’m queer, and I’m 90% sure we just don’t talk about it in hopes it’ll go away.
‘We’ being my extended family. If it were actually mentioned, it would challenge their beliefs and be a major shitstorm, so they just sort of ignore the plaid flannel and the haircut and never ever ask about my personal life.
Thankfully, my immediate family’s a lot better, if rather vested in maintaining the awkward stalemate, but this seriously speaks to me a billion times more than any of our traditional ‘gay anthems’.
(Source: Spotify)
Bugger. I love friday night trips to the Capital with my best friend and our girl, but we really can’t justify the expense of a draft is it’s A. core set, and B. with 9-year-olds.
You ever played Magic with 9-year-olds? It’s quite the crapshoot. Sometimes you get people like The Baron (seriously, this guy signed up as Baron Von Wolfenstein), and sometimes you get people like the asshole I’ve played twice, who can’t pay attention to his own game, or keep track of his own life/poison totals. Drafting with them would be…interesting.
