Actually I was taught at home that it’s rude to be shitty at other people for no reason, and then some americans decided that this is a radical political ideology.
I was a misogynist as a child because I wanted to be the first woman to do everything. There’s a photo of me crying when Julia Gillard became Prime Minister because I wanted to be the first female PM
My options being exhausted, I chose to transition to male
Bonus: That weird phenomenon when dudes will grab a buddy to keep people on the other team from interfering with fights on the ice.
god these guys are so gay
Dude, hockey is so fucking gay.
the stanley cup playoffs said happy pride month
gotta add these because what is more beautiful than nathan mackinnon winning the stanley cup to defend his longtime crush sidney crosby’s honor and THEN attributing the win to staying in a hotel room that contains sid’s jersey number. who wrote this fic? (also: nate eats ass and sid is The ass of the nhl so…)
you know I couldn’t be a cowboy because I’d be stuck with my partner in the dead cold prairie night and our horses would be tied up and we’d be huddlin around a crudely made fire because it was too far to go back to the ranch and he’d play the sweetest song on his harmonica, the kind that you felt in your bones and your heart and that the hymns had nothin on, and then he’d finish and we’d both lean in a little too close and my hand would be on his bandanna and his whiskey-breath would be hot on my lips and I’d realize that maybe it wasn’t the touch of a woman i’d been hankerin for
yeah I’ll be honest I don’t know wtf possessed me here
