new twitter main character of the day, “sugar guy”, who went viral for asking his neighbor for a cup of sugar in a predatory and yucky manner, has been successfully gangstalked into suicide. the nation’s tweens are pioneering a viral dance that incorporates elements of the gross knock he did on his neighbors door as a form of memorial.
I love you grandmother who helped me pin a trans flag to my battle vest, I love you leather daddies checking on us, I love you trans dykes driving the forklift loaded with water and ice, I love you queer kids in your renfair outfits, I love you faggot punks sizing up the cops, I love you drag queens laughing in the dressing room, I love you i love you I love you I love y
i love you kids in pup masks and fur suits in almost 100F weather, i love you people with packers and tits out and ambiguous genders, i love you old fags screaming the same rallying cries you screamed at pride parades in the 80s, i love you guy with pinwheels on your nipples, i love you girls with rainbow heart tape over your nipples, i love you middle aged gay in his fishing gear taking out his boyfriend’s lollipop to give him a kiss, i love you i love you i love you i lov
the thing about queer history is. it’s tintypes of happy couples kissing and it’s mugshots of men arrested for sodomy. it’s videos of men smiling and flexing in leather harnesses and it’s firsthand accounts of police raiding every establishment those men and their friends frequented. it’s archival footage of trans women happily chatting about how drag helped them find themselves and frustratedly lamenting about how now, the only work they can find is sex work. it’s the gilbert baker pride flag and it’s the suit harvey milk was wearing when he was murdered. it’s “you have to give people hope” and “this tape is to be played only in the event of my death by assassination.”
