Whenever someone refers to the gay community as “queer folk” I imagine us all like woodland sprites, we are the queer folk community, we are born of flowers and fairy dust, we are destroying the sanctity of marriages and corrupting children
*me and my grandma watching in the flesh*
*simon touches kieran’s hand*
my grandma, in a disgusted voice: “is he a gAyBo???!?”
me: did you forget that kieran is gay, also you are the reason I haven’t come out yet.
having to tell people that you don’t see very often that you can’t go to a thing because you have to work is the worst because it’s hard to say “please invite me to something else another time because I really enjoy hanging out with you guys” without sounding crazy, but also I don’t want them to think that I’m just blowing them off.