I guess I should start by saying congratulations. You’re getting married this weekend. To someone who isn’t me. Still, even I can admit you guys seem like a good match: you share a love of tattoos and heavy eyeliner. You sent out gothic style wedding invitations with your names written in a dripping blood font. I get that. It’s pretty cute.
Speaking of invitations, mine seems to have gotten lost in the mail. It’s probably for the best, because if I had been invited, at the moment the gothic priest said, “If anyone has any reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace,” I would have stood up and said this…
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Something has changed within her. Something is not the same. She’s through playing by the rules of someone else’s game. Too late for second-guessing. Too late to go back to sleep. It’s time to trust her instincts. Close her eyes and leap! It’s time she tries defying gravity. She’s flying high, defying gravity. And you can’t pull her down! I hope you enjoyed this extended “Wicked” reference. Thank you. TGIF! [Buzzfeed]
Due to the increasingly universal embrace of men’s skincare and hair products, our gaydar has become super untrustworthy. It might be time to buy stock in the Gaydar Gun because once single women catch wind of this it will be flying off the shelves. Thanks for the help, Rosie! [Think Progress] Keep reading »