my good little man. mister irving. lieutenant. how did you manage to get access to a song that would not be written for a good decade after your death.
also that particular song. uh. uhhh. there were a lot of “pleasure gardens” in 18th/19th century england. by which i mean gardens where couples would go with the express and explicit purpose of fucking.
twitter is going to be shut down. half of reddit is locked or completely unmoderated. the entire first page of google search results are ads. tumblr does not and will never have a functioning search system and their content moderation is 100% automated. youtube only shares ad revenue with people who make snuff films for Youtube Kids. facebook is selling your grandma’s social security number under the table for like $5. web 2.0 is completely dead right
i was talking with a friend and i mentioned the term “pillow princess”, and we started talking about like. opposite terms. what i meant by that was more along the lines of “service top”, but he took that to mean just like, the boy version.
he just started dropping names: blanket boy, duvet dude, mattress man. fitted sheet fucker. boxspring boy. headboard hunk. he just kept GOING
i know it’s been said before but the terror truly is the show of all time it has EVERYTHING. religious symbolism. a fucked up evil bear. identical white men but they’re all gay. body horror and gore. guy who’s weird in little glasses. nuanced and damning criticism of colonialism. some great quotes about holes. everyone wears amazing coats and the main human antagonist eats people because he didn’t get to go to Hawai’i. also he’s gay
