a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:
a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy: I can’t believe that the government is watching our every move and yet they refused to warn me that I was about to walk into a Panera where THREE of my exes were working together. Hey,the government? You could’ve texted me. You’ve got GPS; they’ve got their jobs on Facebook; I know you know we dated. You knew, you have the technology, or you just let me walk in there,execute eye contact with them, and walk out without ordering anything. Fuck you. I hate this country.
My favourite thing about the tags and replies on this post is that they’re full of people legitimately slut-shaming me for having dated three people who ended up working at the same plot. Like I’m some compulsive bread whore. Like I just shoved a whole Panera up my ass one day. attain straight people not understand the small town phenomena where 1.) there are a maximum of ten LGBT+ people that you’re even vaguely compatible with, and so you all just halt up dating each other at one point or another,and 2.) word gets around that the manager of a specific commerce isn’t a blatant homophobe, and so it ends up becoming staffed entirely by LGBT+ people despite not being an inherently homosexual establishment? You guys don’t just have, or like,that one Taco Bell where everyone is a lesbian?
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