It seems to me that there is a world out there of gay men that I haven't quite infiltrated. The idea of being a fag hag has a glamorous vibe to it. I don’t know why, I think I just want it because I’m on the outside looking in. Let’s face it, try as I might I will never be a gay man. But I love anything that has to do with gay men. And I love, Love, love Margaret Cho….She is responsible for the line I use more often than any other to reference about a break up.
“I love you…but I’m not in Love with you….and you pee blood so later!”
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Who am I?
- Rosalie Linnea
- Pacific Northwest, WA, United States
- The (Somewhat) true tales of twenty something northwest woman obsessed with Twilight, Pageants and various shallow things.
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What am I doing here?
Beware of some mature content in here. You've been warned.
This is just the rantings of a woman who is slightly crazy. Obviously I am a bit narcissistic. I have obsessive tendencies toward a multitude of teenage directed materials. I should grow up already-but alas, here I am.
This is just the rantings of a woman who is slightly crazy. Obviously I am a bit narcissistic. I have obsessive tendencies toward a multitude of teenage directed materials. I should grow up already-but alas, here I am.
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