Allow Me To Debut The New Gay Phlag

pioneering something called "gritted teeth optimism" where everything is gonna turn out okay even if i have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it

"SURVIVING"

Hehe.

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That scene where Simon kisses Baz because he’s so happy he put butter on his sandwich – you gotta remember Simon is obsessed with Baz. It’s not something Simon ever lets you forget, but consider this: Simon is not used to be taken care of (he notes as much with “it makes me so happy [that Baz takes care me the way he does] that it make me wish I always had this”) but also, Simon following Baz around all along has been a result of his attraction and his romantic interest.

It’s a way for Simon to try and be part of Baz’s life: “what is he doing? What are the things he likes to do? How does he spent his time? What kind of expression does he make at X and Y situation?… Does he think of me as much as I think of him?”…. That last question is key here, because Baz putting butter on Simon’s sandwich is the answer. It tells Simon Baz has been paying as much attention to him, because he has noticed, without anybody telling him anything, that Simon likes butter on his sandwich. It’s Baz taking care of Simon in a way no one has before, and it’s also Baz showing Simon that he noticed him. He has been noticing him and paying attention, too. (Just like Baz doesn’t know Simon sees him as the love of all his lives, Simon doesn’t know Baz loves him just as much. He’s aware in hindsight that his feelings for Baz when he followed him everywhere was obviously attraction and romantic love, but he doesn’t know, he doesn’t internalize that Baz already felt the same back then – he’s just beginning to understand with “when he hated me but didn’t really hate me, didn’t only hate me” but at the same time he doesn’t know, but gestures such as this communicate a lot to him)

sorry

the “tumblr community invents a whole mafia movie apparently directed by martin scorsese with an official soundtrack, movie posters, screen caps, and all enough to make one question if that movie really did exist at all like a mandela effect” was not part of my 2022 bingo card

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My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

Who was gonna tell me there were more pics of the New Year’s party?? Like i knew about these

But who was gonna tell me about these???