straight ppl dont get to call us pillow biters and rug munchers and ass bandits and sodomites and faggot and d*** and every other disgusting name you can think of for a lesbian or gay person—for literal decades—and then try to call themselves tops and bottoms just cuz they like pegging like. im not doing it. im not allowing it
things ytp has immortalized as the absolute apexes of comedy:
the sound of glass breaking when something collides with a surface that isnt made of glass
random sharp increases in volume
reversing a word in the middle of it being said
reversing someone running/falling as its happening
audiovisual stuttering
amazingly coherent sentence mixing that makes no sense
screaming
overlaying cdi characters for half a second whenever someone says something like “boy” or “dinner”
Getting random midwestern teenagers into small movie studio levels of video editing & animation by putting CD-I mario wherever the hell they can put him
im not INTERESTED anymore in seeing men’s perception of what female leisure time looks like, how we lounge around hairless and small and beautiful on our beds and couches in oversized shirts and lace underwear, unaware and unassuming and all the more beautiful for not Trying to be beautiful, i’m TIRED of it. even our most basic freedom of privacy, time alone with the self, has been butchered and ripped from us by the gaze of male photographers and artists
theres always like these boring or maybe even kinda nice clothes or accessories and the thing that makes them just really bad is some small text like “be trippin” or “turnt” or something and its like. embarrassing