Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hey peeps, I will need a couch to crash on in Munich on the 19th of June as I have an appointment there in the morning.
Any gay peeps who would let a poor lesbian crash on their couch for a night so she can get to her amateur radio license test?
Edit: okay, the peeps are allowed to not be gay as long as they're safe.
Loading comments...