chillbo_baggins

When I meet a trans person I PANIC. I kick and shriek like an angry baby, as my illusory straights-only world crumbles around my ears. Wait, are those cat ears?? Oh no, it’s already too late, my transformation into a queer cat-boi is already complete. Then I go home and make a sandwich. Not a big deal, really

Me too, I’m looking around in the background like “okay, who’s fuckin? …or someone’s naked? …pooping?” yea the Internet has definitely done things to my brain

Do we use a knife/fork? Or just dive in face first? Be real