girls don’t like boys, girls like the pastoral escapist fantasy of living in a large house with many friends and several pets on a beautiful chunk of land with no financial, political, or medical anxieties. also, bread.
This is weird, but kids who grew up running wild in the woods tend to find each other as adults. Many of my close friends now had similar childhoods to myself, even if we met online or in urban situations as adults. I don’t know what it is – the forest grows into your bones and stays there, maybe. Makes ya weird and gay.
a lesbian, hammer in hand, nails held between her lips, building a house to impress a women she has interacted with twice and has already fantasized about marrying: Is this flirting? is this what Flirting is?
So I’m on the TV Tropes page for “Small Taxonomy Pools” and it reads like it was written by the saltiest troop of biologists ever. It’s a fucking gold mine of taxonomical nerd rage. Observe:
A Pretty Taste for Paradox 