I’m not at all sure what this is all about but it keeps fucking happening apparently so I might as well participate:
When you are a lesbian trans woman but basically present as cis male 100% of the time, look like a bad metal band’s bassist dressed up in something that looks sorta like milsurp and sorta like Walmart, broke and only about two weeks out of a solid decade of homelessness, and surrounded by an aura of strangeness so pervasive that total strangers instantly recognize that you’re a bad luck charm (over text!)...
how do you find a date in the time of COVID?