OH U SWEET SUMMER CHILD
so remember those sonnets, you know, about one hundred and twenty-six of them, the whole thing about “shall i compare thee to a summer’s day”
written to a hot male earl, dude
in 1640 some asshole named john literally had to change all the pronouns in those 126 sonnets because they were super fuckin queer and he was not comfy with how super fuckin queer they were
also, like, casual elizabethan bisexuality? christopher “they who love not tobacco and boys are fools” marlowe? the venetian “tit bridge”, where prostitutes were commanded by official decree to stand around topless to entice men who were bangin’ too many dudes, because there were so many gay men it was becoming a legitimate social problem?
welcome to the wonderful world of “literally everyone in the past was queer”, friend, enjoy your stay
I’ve never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.
tbh i think straight girls appreciate girls more than straight boys do
we’re the ones that have sex with them so i think that’s unlikely
1. Straight men are not the only people having sex with women
2. I got some fascinating news to tell you about the disappointing nature of most straight men in bed
3. Fucking women doesn’t mean you appreciate them as people, not in the slightest
college students make jokes about being in college to hide the fact that they’re dead inside