gay bitches be like “I’m yearning for someone to run their fingers through my hair softly while we lay together in comfortable silence” anyways I’m bitches
being gay is a constant battle between “i wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds” and “hey let’s go throw rocks at fascists” and i think that’s very sexy of us
if the window’s open and you time it right you can do both
