so he escapes one more time. he gets away from the piles of fucking dresses, just barely grazing all the frilly little tank tops and such. actually he doesn't mind the skirt added to his wardrobe, it's just crazy enough to be drag worthy. he had family actually suggest he get clothes from the male side of the store (even if said family member didn't realize it was a male section), and actually bought it after they found out. because he wasn't dykey enough without plaid to match his attetion-grabbing green boots.
some days it's easier to go to a mall in the states than in Canada. hot topic is like the haven where everyone loves him and understands him and wants to embark on the same journeys as him. there is no better therapy than a trip there. he just wishes for once he could get a chance to go in by himself so he could get some bigger plugs and actually look at the stuff he wants without pressure.
he realized once again just how much he has evolved to not handle meats. just a trace of beef in his food and he's violently projectile vomiting for a good half hour. it's almost scary, that is without eating any actual meat, just residue. almost makes him wonder if he should be more careful about his diet and start making all his meals so he knows exactly what goes into them. but he's lazy so he figures that will never happen.
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