

I knew it was queer art!

A couple of days ago, I was cooking with my family, and for some reason I decided to take some dick straw topper ... clearly meant for a bachelorette party, my father said why would I need them! "What kind of people do you hang out with?" I say I have a sign that says Queen Parking Only, I paint my nails, and I love shopping for women's clothing. My mother proceeds to say 2 + 2 doesn't equal 5, a bit weird if you ask me. My father proceeded to say is there something that I'm missing? Oh, dear God! I feel fear. I hope and like to think that my behavior and likes give them the conclusion that their son is *queer*! because I'm just not sure I will ever be able to say it out loud to them. Love, Miller

Keep me away from frats!

While watching it my friend said: *She is not the worst person in the world but she is certainly a bitch. *100% factual. Maybe it's because I haven't lived enough to understand some of this experiences but it just doesn't hit me like it was clearly meant to hit. ***See you in 20 years***