when you’re a gay lion and you accidentally tried to introduce your lesbian lioness friend to one of her own exes at a gay bar and she goes into the bathroom and bitches you out for not being able to tell her endlessly rotating cast of girlfriends apart which isn’t really fair because first of all they all keep dyeing their hair different colors and second of all she keeps getting back together with different ones at different times and meanwhile you’ve been “single” for like 8 months but are spending a lot of time with one specific guy who works at your old co-op and were going to excitedly tell her about it tonight but now you’ve ruined the whole subject of dating by trying to introduce her to her own ex at a gay bar (which is a watering hole. because you’re lions.)
happy lesbian day of visibility
[image id: a picture of a lioness snarling at a lion. the lion looks startled and has a hilariously deer-in-the-headlights vibe. end id.]
When I was 15, a christian cyber-witch on deviantart cursed me heavily as a result of my slight interest in drawings of women turning into armchairs that I accidentally let slip during a debate we were having. She made it so, any image I masturbate to will disappear from both the internet and all devices overnight, and to this day I use it regularly on the selfies that my more unsightly mutuals upload
