I'm gay. From St. Louis. love my city. I'm older than you think I am. I love love love boyish girls and androgynous girls. I like to blog about sex, love, and lgbt issues mostly, and sometimes drag/makeup.




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"I got this tattoo a couple days before my wedding. My boyfriend, at the time, wrote me a hand-written note on our anniversary that said ‘You have my heart.’. The first time he ever saw this tattoo was when I met him at the alter. The look on his face will never leave my mind."

"I got this tattoo a couple days before my wedding. My boyfriend, at the time, wrote me a hand-written note on our anniversary that said ‘You have my heart.’. The first time he ever saw this tattoo was when I met him at the alter. The look on his face will never leave my mind."

(Source: still-wanderingg)

Its actually not your fucking home. You live in this apartment with me. This is your home. Fuck off.

P.s. I am a blonde now. It’s been about two months. I might be over it already.
Also…pink lips forever.

P.s. I am a blonde now. It’s been about two months. I might be over it already.

Also…pink lips forever.

It’s back

I haven’t been in this brainspace in a few months.

I feel like there is something I’m not being told…something that she says she is doing but she isnt.

I am also fairly certain that if a woman were to ask me to marry her…since I already got married to a man before….that most of my family won’t even take iy seriously or even come to the ceremony.

I’m so detached.

Honestly at this very moment…if I had a way out I would take it.

I hate your job and i hate your lack of enthusiasm. 

And I hate money. 

And I hate how my mind  is always somewhere else.