hear me out: youβre out with your girls dancing. the dudes that take up valuable space on the dancefloor to hold their drinks and vaguely nod their heads are long gone, driven out by the fervor. A man twirls his way into your group. He smells good and his hair is in beautifully oiled ringlets. He has the vaguely sad look of an Eastern European gay porn star. He calls you βgirlyβ and cheers you on. You allow him to lovingly feed you a starburst that he seems to produce out of thin air, his fingers almost in your mouth. He passes you a colorful little vial, and you gratefully go to town. This, you feel as the poppers make the blood rush to your head, is the beginning of something beautiful. Outside, during the collective smoke break, someone jokingly refers to the group as girls and gays. βOh,β this beautiful man says in a clear, lilting voice, βIβm not gay but I WISH I was.β Then he asks one of your friends if she wants to go home with him. Ladies, has this happened to you? ππ
saw this guy today passionately making out with whatever food he was eating as he was walking and banging his head to the tunes blasting from his headphones. had a bomb ass meal in front of me too(and a pretty lady) but i wanted whatever tf he was havin cause that sparkle in his eyes was true love like id never seen bonus points; ppl watching(ogling) with ur bestie/partner and realising u have the same typeπ
Last year, I made a new acquaintance at a house show & learned that she DJ'd on the side! She invited me to a party that she was DJ'ing a few weeks (?) later, so I drove to the address. Apparently it was a random warehouse space in downtown Orlando. There was a huge skateboard ramp in there and t-shirt printing supplies in the back, I think? Watching her play was really fun. At one point she even hooked up a Nintendo D.S. and made a beat on one of the games!!
The parking situation downtown is confusing, so I ended up parking my car in front of the church next door while their nighttime service was going on. The lot was full of other cars and there was no signage for towing, so I figured it was fine. There was also a fence around the parking lot, but I didn't notice it had a gate until I came out of the party and found my car sitting alone, locked inside. I called the church and the nice man on the other end said I could pick it up in the morning, so I Uber'd home. The next day, I came to pick up my car and had to wait about half an hour for the church man to get there.
As I was standing there, wearing an outfit that was hardly goth at all, this random guy on the street told me: "I just gotta say, I love your gothic style. I ain't gonna lie, baby, you're gorgeous. I'm sure you got a girlfriend though, right? Okay, well, remember me!" Somehow he clocked me as queer and hit on me at the same time. I decided to wait indoors after that. Eventually I did get my car back, but everything that happened in those 12 hours felt so random.
weird in a good way! but seriously, when someone hits on you or you're hitting on them just ask some out-of-place question! I once asked a guy what did he do today and he told me about his small daughter and how he takes her skateboarding. the guy was hitting on me and there was at least a 10 year-old age gap between us, but for 30 minutes I was listening to a very involved dad who adored his daughter. at the same time he was covered in glitter and on his fifth cigarette.
I miss him sometimes.
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my predictions and manifestations, based entirely on vibes.
out: β American work ethic
β learning French
β situationships
β low fat versions of foods
β slur discourse in:
β siesta
β herbed yogurt
β working hardest in the morning and leaving the evening for leisure
β writing postcards to your long-distance friends, exclusively in cursive (if you werenβt taught to write in cursive, the time to learn will be now)
β big boobs (cultural Catholicism will prevail again baby)