Tchaikovsky you rascal you

My first ever girlfriend and I would listen to Tchaikovsky together.
At the time I didn't get it. At all.
I would look at her with her eyes closed and know she was some place special. I would close my eyes also but to take a nap. No loss to me as napping is one of my favourite hobbies because I am secretly an old man haha
She and I were always on different pages, yet bound in the same book. Mere chapters from each other. She would cut and perm her own hair. It was wild.
We ended like Tchaikovsky's last symphony- we sadly slowing petered out....

Too much friendship for love. Too much love for friendship.

Also, did you know Tchaikovsky was gay? He was. In a time when it wasn't ok to be gay.

Only Naked Friend

I don't like the term "partner". 

It makes me feel like we are joint owners of a vacuum cleaner repair shop.

"Girlfriend" doesn't really clarify anything either. 

And generally just leads to further questions.

And you deserve better than that.

You deserve something that isn't tarnished yet. 

Which is why I call you my "naked friend".

Only naked friend.

Cats: the lesbian gateway drug to denim vests

There was theeeee cutest small white cat with a tiny bright pink nose at the pet food store when I went to buy dog food......

NO! 

No Brandy!

You will not become a crazy cat lesbian! Put it back!

special delivery

-texting the girl I'm dating-

Me: What's your address?
*she sends it to me*
Me: I'm going to glue a stamp to my forehead and go sit on a mailbox

Style

*9am Saturday morning*

Giant car crash outside my apartment. Smashed car flipped on it's side.

And also, an elderly man wearing jeans, a pink tutu, and house slippers. 

I like his style haha

goes around comes around

Found a wallet full of money in a basket at Superstore. 

I guess I could have kept the cash. 

But who can afford that kind of karma.

Seriously.

#fashiondesignerlife haha

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Enjoying long romantic walks to the colour printer