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Name : Mytron Neatrice Washington
Age: 142
Birthday : August 15
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xoxoyass:

this was so me today in school..

xoxoyass:

this was so me today in school..

2000ish:

My Childhood

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18smilez:

Lol

BRUH

rocprinceray:

18smilez:

Lol

BRUH

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nostalgic-skull:

Every girl wants a guy to look at them like this, but the truthi s you’ll never see it happen, because they look at you when you’re not looking.

nostalgic-skull:

Every girl wants a guy to look at them like this, but the truthi s you’ll never see it happen, because they look at you when you’re not looking.

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When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

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imgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.

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If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

drag queens are so baddass jfc

Drag queens ftw

Wow… Just, wow…

YES

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Now That’s What I Call Tumblr

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fenolfalein:

my brothers were cooking a pizza but they couldn’t find the pan for it so they used a muffin pan instead and now our pizza has like 8 boobs on the bottom

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what sort of logic

Ah yes, the pizza boobs post

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