possibilist fanfiction—21. give the bruises out like gifts. also currently: queer & post-colonial theory, extra dry decaf skim cappuccino, good rosé wine, mason jars, callused knuckles, all of the quiet ghosts in bloom. (& quinn fabray.)
oh absolutely. it’s not ‘taking advantage of’ in the negative sense, though—megan is always happy for their support & the cliental they usually bring in, as well, & quinn & rachel always tip spectacularly.
being in the closet really, really sucks, & i think if you’ve the financial means & a solid backup plan if they do kick you out, then maybe you should come out. however, if you don’t, it can be really, really difficult, & that’s not fair, but that is my advice—make sure you’d be okay if they did kick you out. being honest, for me—getting to be honest—is wonderful, but if you would be unsafe, consider it very carefully. you’ll get to leave & come out eventually, & it’s important to weigh your options. (don’t get me wrong—i’m absolutely not a fan of having to offer advice like that, but it seems like important advice.)
in other news I wrote an entire script on my bus ride to Budapest good job self
there ya go :)
in other news absinthe hangovers aren’t the most fun but they’re also not as bad as gin hangovers
cool cool :)
I think Brittany finds her loves in all sorts of people & places & moments. to me she’s not a monogamous, one love only kind of person, which is totally fine to disagree with. Brittany’s love & wonder just seems so big, & people like that astound me bc they’re just constantly falling in love with the world, with existence. it’s so beautiful. & I don’t really think people like that are structured for monogamy. I can see Brittany being in a really fantastic polyamorous relationship for a while, is the closest I’d think of in terms of her finding another person.
I’ve read this probably 3(?) years ago so I don’t remember the title but
in other news—who’s in Budapest/has suggestions for Budapest in the next few days?
I’ll be in France next weekend, actually.
but as to wine—absofuckinglutely