After I left Hollywood and ended my last relationship with you-know-who I decided to take some time to be completely alone and figure out what was actually going on in my life.
I promised myself at that point that the next person I let in close, kissed, slept with, or explored any sort of relationship with, would be someone I had first taken the proper time to get to know, like, trust, and genuinely care for — and I have kept that promise in the half a decade since.
Anyway, I’ve had a good solo run and have learned a ton about what (and who) I want and what (and who) I don’t want, but I’m back on men now.
Kind, dog-loving men who like naps and sandwiches and have long since deleted their Grindr accounts: Ask me out.💋
My hot take is that pop culture and art and music and fashion and snacks and puppies and drag queens and texting and stupid movies and memes and holding hands and dancing and expensive perfume and very high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and fancy bath towels and shiny pretty things and tall boy bathtubs are all actually really important.
The pandemic is hard and endless and there’s no extra credit for suffering. It’s not shallow to want to surround yourself with life and beauty when there is death and sadness all around.
Say yes to all bread. Chase kindness. Buy whatever. Laugh about it. Cry about it. You’re doing great.
Thank you to everyone who has been streaming and sharing this new single and video the past couple of days! I am doing my best to be so gay that even people who thought they were pro-gay before are like “eww!” and it seems to be working.
TikTok keeps removing the video and I’m pretty sure I’m shadowbanned on here because of the song title, so all of you queer folks showing up to get the word out about it has been very cool. (I see you, Dan Savage! I see you, Queerty! I see you, EastSiders TV family! I see you, other gays!)
Kill Rock Stars and I love you in a way that the homophobic algorithm has marked as adult. 🏳️🌈🧸
Thinking about putting cameras in here and starting an OnlyFans where you pay to watch me complain and peel layers of Gucci off my hairy, sticky body in between takes.
