So you got… caught with a flat. Well, how bout that? Well babies, don’t you panic. By the light of the night, it’ll all… seem alright. I’ll get you a satanic mechanic!

Cool. Now all of us fellow nerds are obsessing over the fact that it’s a perfect power of two.

You have no idea now much my tail is wagging right now.

Someone please tell me I did good. You have my full permission to lie to me.

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So what’s really funny is: I am very drunk, and I have no idea how I made that comment.

… Is it me? Am I the “special character”? (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Unpopular opinion, I know, but I fucking love corporate pride.

Do you remember being gay a decade ago? Corporations were just starting to touch us with a ten foot pole. And it felt amazing to be acknowledged as existing, without any negative connotations.

Two decades ago? No one would touch us, unless we were the butt of a joke. That we’d hear a million times everyday.

I see corporate pride as a sign of change: sure, those billionaires are just trying to get more money out of us. They couldn’t give a shit about you, or me, personally. But they’re now willing to openly market to us.

That means public opinion is changing. Support for the queer community is growing. We’ve even become a market to be advertised to.

No, those rainbow ads don’t mean anything more than the green and red ones in December, or the red hearts in February. But the fact that corporations are openly showing support, without fear of death threats, or “more importantly” losing money, means something to me.

So would my cynical, pessimistic ass just expel rainbows and happiness if I touched Nega-me?

Meanwhile, Brits will look you dead in the eye and say “I weigh 11 stone and 5 pounds”