chillbo_baggins

Perfectly aborted, as all things should be.

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

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