Grl plz!
Life is so fast paced these days. Where is the time to truly deconstruct Femme Fatale or discuss the polemic of Oolong vs. A Moment of Calm when a girl in constant spinz trying to keep up with 235 gay internet profiles? These days I have more cockpics to archive than dud Rachel Stephens come backs. (FYEYE American queens, there’s a reason why you’ve not heard of her).
And it’s not just me who’s feeling the strain. Special Sista may be the global face of GHAY but even she is getting her chai into a hot stew. Whilst catching up the other day, after she had complemented my new curtains via Skype (‘so fresh’), and before she had announced the nu term for bear (bear is dead: long live MSQ: major scale queen), she told me about an incident that had literally just happened. LITERALLY.
‘Oh girl. So I was just looking at some guy on Bearworld thinking “oh he looks familiar, I think he was out on Saturday”… and then realised I shagged him…
…On Saturday.’
Oh girl.
