(& well that’s certainly of the genre, was watching The L Word episode with the B52s in it)

I made it to the whistle

The platonic ideal of annoying bisexual music

The takes are back in town,

L word Shane + Alan Cumming (fuck yoga t)

we observed your behavior with horrid fascination from across the bar

It happened to me (my ex girlfriend tried to get me to dress like Shane from The L Word)

Boris Goldeneye

(Also Alan Cumming is in it, Boris I forgive you for all your crimes)

now bisexual speed-dating night which I’ll admit as an experience I’m jealous of

L Word unexpected transmasc chaser representation

“the mood of the wind”

watching noughties shows & one of the most distinctive period features is how awful everyone’s glasses are

rest assured I am mentally tracking “Love Machine” to your lil strut

ask not for whom the boys are back,

I am normal and can be trusted with knowledge of the secret chord

assigned audience statistic at rejection

genuinely think there’s something satanic about arts orgs adding you to their general mailing list after you apply for open calls for specific projects

Bluesky ! FORBIDDEN

hell yeah free us

21 bells on the Bluesky

!Upstream Timeout no bells on the Bluesky

this seems good

this is precision engineered to make me completely insane

Rosanov hands you his water bottle soon he will mouth “more”

First date idea

I will be your tender clay

I need a haircut that makes someone want to do this

pixie cut I think?

instagram is trying to psyop me into getting this haircut

at least I got to exchange hellos with the cute powerlifter (quads also successfully obliterated)

Playing Deep Layered Brown Noise & Green Noise (8 hours) simultaneously & descending to depths of serenity hitherto known only to bog bodies

oh my god it’s hairmetal but somehow so much worse

Playing Deep Layered Brown Noise & Green Noise (8 hours) simultaneously & descending to depths of serenity hitherto known only to bog bodies

Jawbreaker are so good at the gym, teenage me had this one right

traveling back in time to softly whisper into your past self’s ear ‘don’t date the lady with the bathtub in her attic room, become her’