I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.
"You’re the straightest gay guy I kn-"
"You’re not like those other gay people who go to those awful pride para-"
"You’re gay? Then why don’t you hit on me or other gu-"
"I have this other gay friend, you’d be a perfect cou-"
"At least you act norm-"
"I’m straight but would you suck my dick for 20 dol-"
Madonna & Naomi Campbell on set at a photoshoot for Madonna’s book "Sex" photographed by Steven Meisel, 1992.
I have a jacket in this fabric (‘Illuminate’) and it’s fucking horrible. It feels like a sauna and has no breath ability. But everyone can see you from 4 states away.
"I want to roll over at 2 a.m. to a kiss from you not a text message"