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watched neil gaiman's new gay pandering show today and it's kind of indescribable. created by destiel king steve yockey and starring the actress who played rowena on spn. episode directed by legendary lesbian filmmaker cheryl dunye. canon fujoshi character who talks about her explicit yaoi. an amnesiac medium named crystal palace. gaiman's typical vaguely autistic hugely gay dandy who's never been kissed but also literally every man he meets wants to fuck him so bad it makes them clinically insane. also he's a ghost and died in an accidental demonic sacrifice in 1916. and he tries to confess his love to his best friend and is interrupted by being sent to hell. he then confesses successfully while his best friend is bringing him out of hell in a named orpheus and eurydice allusion. this show needs 12 seasons.
Out of curiosity and also guilt over my own coffee intake. I wanna ask:
Now I'm not talking about when you're studying and so you drink 3x the usual amount or something like that. This isn't me asking what your record is. I'm talking about the most basic, average day, how many coffees you drink?
omg i completely forgot about this one i‘m so sorry anon!!
most definitely hot. these guys don’t do cute. cute is gay. (but if fergus finds adam falling asleep on fergus' lap during a movie cute, he doesn’t mention it. or fergus blushing when adam says something nsfw-ish.)
Thank you so much for your affirming words, and I mean it, really. Don’t know how, but it never occurred to me that I deem actors sexy because they’re… pure and unapologetic in their emotions. It makes perfect sense. It’s all I want in a person, well, grossly oversimplified.
As for how I want to proceed with my Lady of the Sacred Stage…
…I don’t know. I'd like to ask her out, really. Even if it’s just a one-time-thing. But I don’t think she’d be interested, neither in the gender I present as nor in… well, me. I‘m not even a qualified actress yet. I‘m just… there. And weird as hell. And unsettling. And so very, very afraid.
It's funny though. When I came to the theatre I now work at around half a year ago for 23/24, I promised myself to finally get laid, preferably via a fellow theater person. And I really want it to be her, like a band-aid. But a nice one, yknow?
I don’t know. Maybe I can jump over my own shadow and ask her out. Maybe I can’t.
Maybe I'll come along and pay you a visit to ask you out! No, sorry. That was a tasteless joke.
welcome back! and sorry for my late reply, life is… a Lot™ right now 😅
There’s this nice saying in the theatre world, "never fuck the company", and while i mostly agree with it, i didn’t exactly comply lol. (i fucked the company 4 times plus 1 where we didn’t go any further than making out while Feelings were involved. all those times i got lucky bc my partners were chill when we ended it (i mean. the first was an f+ where i was madly in love and heartbroken when he got a job at another theatre, then there were 2 ONSs, the last one in january and we basically don’t talk about it or acknowledge that it happened… 1 relationship but we weren’t in the same productions so it was fine when we broke up). anyway, i have witnessed a lot of drama when other people tried and it didn’t work out and honestly, that drama was exhausting for everyone around.)
what i‘m saying is, maybe spend some time together first, just to talk, have a glass of wine or whatever, figure out if - should things go wrong - it‘s worth it. or if she‘s chill, you know.
that sounds really pessimistic and obviously i know neither of you so i‘m not the one to judge the situation, but working together can be weird if you have A Thing. (also if it‘s a good thing, btw. it can be very distracting 😅)
or you come along and we‘ll have a glass of wine, or whatever :“)
you're too logged on man your consumption of internet porn has severed your psychospiritual connection with the beauty of the natural land. i spent 10 months in sensory deprivation exclusively cranking it to the gentle soundscape of a babbling brook and now when i hear the tap on a soda machine go off i bust so hard the gas station clerk has to call the police