BISEXUALS ARE NOT CONFUSED
Bisexuals are not confused
BISEXUALS. ARE. NOT. CONFUSED.
BISEXUALS ARE NOT CONFUSED
bisexuals are not confused god this is like the easiest concept ever you piece of shit douchewagon why can’t you just fucking accept it it’s absolutely infuriating
idk im kind of confused on taxes??
BISEXUALS ARE ONLY SLIGHTLY CONFUSED ABOUT A FEW THINGS
LIKE TAXES AND AP CALC AND THE OCCASIONAL RIDDLE
so basically when you have your period and your lower back hurts it is because your hips are contracting and spreading apart, only slightly, to make room for the release of the blood and linings of your uterus. so basically your body is going through a small and mild labor to push out the dead insides of your uterus. so basically I have gone through labor and basically I don’t want children.
why aren’t we taught this shit
Walking into the tattoo parlor brought Jim awash into the sounds of familiar buzzing, one of the few sounds that could consistently settle his unruly spirits. Today was no different, with one simple, positive exception. This wasn’t just any tattoo parlor, and hadn’t been for years.
The reason for this was sitting in his simple rolling chair a few stations back, leaning over a client’s back, finishing the detailed coloring work on a client that Jim has seen come and go from the parlor multiple times this year to complete the elaborate work of a lunging lion that looked real enough to be coming right out of his skin. Leonard was easily the best tattoo artist Jim’s ever known, and he’s known his fair share. His skill for elaborate portraits has made this parlor the most popular in the city.
It only took another half an hour for Leonard to finish his work and clean up, which Jim was fully content to wait through and watch. Seeing Leonard get so engrossed in his work, like it was the one place he’s always belonged in the world, was one of the many reasons Jim fell for him. The vivid grin he got when his burly man of a client was almost choked up upon seeing the incredible portrait now embellishing his back was just another reason.
Jim couldn’t blame the man for getting so emotional, considering what had previously been under that tattoo; Leonard specialized in covering poorly-done and highly regrettable tattoos with breathtaking new ones. Leonard’s rare talent of fixing tattoos and subsequently fixing clients’ lives by repairing degrading tattoos earned him the moniker, “The Tattoo Doctor”.
The burly man thanked Leonard endlessly as he patched him up with the common treatment of gauze to protect the sensitive, healing skin, with Leonard returning his fond grumbling of something along the lines of "It’s nothing, really". They shook hands once more, and Leonard sent him on his way once the client tossed his oversized t-shirt back on, adding a friendly slap on the shoulder instead of on his sensitive back. Upon turning to watch him exit, Leonard finally spotted Jim.
Leonard walked smoothly over to Jim, who was leaning against the wall next to the entrance. “What’re you doin’ here, darlin’?” The southern-born man asked while snapping off his latex gloves, revealing the tattoos that Jim was particularly fond of that illustrated the bone structure on the top of the hands that Jim was the most fond of.
"Just wanted to see you," Jim added that just to earn the fond smile that Leonard saved just for him - which worked - though he had ulterior motives for being here, "Actually, I wanted a tattoo today."