Trans Journey Day 350: I chop wood like a flamboyant gay city boy… I just don’t!
I was going to say I chop would like a gay man but that would erase all the wood-chopping gay men, and the wood-chopping bisexuals, trans peeps, etc. Hell, I would have erased the guys I’m sitting for, lol.
But as I tried to swing that freakin’ axe, I found it strangely euphoric to feel my inner flamboyant gay boi squeal, drop the damn thing, and say:
“Oh, honey. There is a reason people pay others to do this. I ain’t no lumberjack…. Hmmm, where can we find us a delicious lumberjack?”
(…it could relate to seeing someone put an axe through their foot…)
But euphoria peeps! We takes it where we can gets it!
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