Miscellaneous me. I’ve been listening to a podcast called Attack of the Queerwolves about queerness in horror movies and I’m really into it. It’s like an audio version of Tumblr.
I’ve been starting to find out after the fact that apparently original recipe me was considered a sort of hot, cool and unapproachable type person and I cannot fathom it. I’m like I WAS UGLY AND DEPRESSED OH MY GOD. I don’t know, I literally cannot see old pictures of myself as anything but like… marginally average and largely forgettable at best. And somehow I still didn’t know.
I just read the podcast description for “Attack of the Queerwolf”:
The token queers at Blumhouse go through the horror canon to see where
on the undead Kinsey scale your faves belong. Don’t be nervous: we’ve
done this before.I subscribed immediately.
I seriously can’t reconcile people who tell me “Oh I thought you were hot/had a crush on you/we could have banged back in the day”. Like, it causes such a mental segmentation fault because I was totally sure I was an unfuckable lump, and also I wasn’t too aloof or too cool, I was fucking terrified all the time.
I… relate. Immensely.
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