"Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart." - Confucius
I'm a semi-recent college grad who doesn't know what the hell he is doing with his life. I work with teenage addicts. I love to dance. I'm queer. This blog does not reflect the views/opinions of my employer.
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Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.
Today is going to be the kind of day where you search for your glasses and they’re on your face
Helping friends is increasingly harder when they are never ready when they say they will be. I’m doing you the favor here.
Praise be to thin mints, but I think lemonades may be my new favorite girl scout cookie
There’s nothing less genuine than a gay man’s online dating profile. Photoshopped torsos. Stolen pictures. Selfies taken hundreds of times to get the right angle and lighting. Gay men will do whatever it takes to make themselves look marginally better. Even if there’s another man behind the opposing electronic screen, what you see online is not what you get in person. Which begs the question: what am I doing on Grindr?
I’m bored. I’ve run out of things (read: guys) to do. I’m bored and I am literally and metaphorically passing the time with the caricatures of men messaging me online. None of them even shadows of the people I would actually consider dating. But, they pass the time. They sure do pass the time.
The Bartender wants to meet outside of the bar. The Professor wants something more. And, despite telling Dr. PhD to give it up, he is still soliciting me for sex. How genuine am I if I let them flirt with me? Am I any better than the men hiding behind their perfect profile screens?