u/sensitiveboi93

Has anyone also seen this excellent piece?

Pinhead is looking back over his arm, holding a baseball bat, wearing a leather jacket with the puzzle box on the back.

Hi! I have really enjoyed being able to rent private pools on an app, but there’s nothing listed near Pacifica. Before you come after me - my wife and I choose this because we both have limitations that prevent us from going to a public pool.

Does anyone around here have a pool they’d be willing to rent to us and maaaybe a couple friends once in a while? Particularly when it’s hot, of course.

We aren’t weirdos, we aren’t messy, and other than my stupid laugh sometimes we aren’t loud.

Rent your pool to us!!!!!!

Me and my fellow gay lady pals just hung out at the Gold Club for lunch and lemme just say:

-The food itself was pretty good! All you can eat fried chicken, sandwiches, chili, etc. Def bar food, but decent bar food.
-Service was good!
-The dancers were fantastic. Hot, SOOO strong and talented, seemed to be having a good time, came over to chat with our table even when we weren’t throwing cash.

We always try to throw as much as we can when we go to make up for the weird men eating chicken and not tipping hahahaha. Tip your dancers well!!

As my friend said earlier: come for the breasts, stay for the thighs.

Have a great weekend, bitches ❤️❤️❤️

I had to sell a couple of these puppies last month and I’m still sad about it.

HMU if you’ve got one ~spot!

Folks, we all know we’re getting older. As the bot reminded me as I’m typing this, we talk about getting old SO OFTEN that it’s warning me this post might be removed. It’s on all of our minds.

But…

I wanted to share my perspective about it. When I was in college, I had this beautiful and kind roommate, we’ll call him Omar. He was funny - intentionally and unintentionally, he toooore it the fuck up on the dance floor, and he worked really hard in school even though it didn’t come easy to him. We went to music festivals together, those unparalleled 2010s style ones, and we watched VCRs of Goosebumps while we smoked and made dinner, and we biked all over our college town.

He died just before we all turned 22. He went for a hike, hit his head and just…died. No college degree. No career. No family, or husband that he wanted so much, or kids of his own.

This summer is the 10 year anniversary of his death. I think about him all the time.

As I get older, especially, I think of how much Omar would have wanted to get old. He would have loved being salt and peppery, he would have loved getting a little beer belly. He would have found it hilarious to be called an “elder queer” or “elder millennial.”

Getting older is scary, but Omar taught me what a privilege it is. We are lucky to grow old, friends. There is quite literally only one other alternative to growing old, and it’s dying young.

I don’t share this as a sob story, but as a request. This summer, as we come into the 10 year anniversary of his passing, it would mean a lot to Omar’s loved ones if we knew others were appreciating the fact that they get to age. If we knew they weren’t taking it for granted. It won’t bring Omar back, and it won’t make his death “okay,” but maybe it will make someone else appreciate their life even more.

God bless yall my fellow millennials, and god bless our sweet friend Omar.

To age!!

Please tell me this wasn’t a really specific weird dream and this actually exists