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They’re shoving Pam Bondi toward pursuing the death penalty for Luigi Mangione. Because of course they are. The stock market is doing the cha-cha straight into the gutter, Signalgate seems to be forgotten, and tomorrow the new tariffs kick in like a steel-toed boot to the economy.

This is just like that moment in Mean Girls when Regina George—except Regina is Trump—realizes he’s been totally outmaneuvered by Cady, who, let’s be real, is Canada. (1/🧵)

The truth doesn’t have to hit like a chancla 🩴 to count. It just has to be real.

If you’ve got the time and energy to hate 🏳️‍⚧️ folx, I can only assume it’s because you’re jealous. They have the guts to be who they are, and you don’t. That’s it. That’s the whole reason. You’re mad because they’re free, and you’re stuck marinating in your own insecurity like a sad little dumpling.

If there’s one thing I can’t stand in a man I’m supposed to find attractive, it’s the desperate need to play contrarian. And yet, so many of them think it’s flirting. Like, oh wow, you’re challenging my opinions? Be still, my gonads.

What kind of upside-down, fever-dream timeline is this? Even Marcos Jr. is out here saying, “You know what? I’d rather deal with China than have to deal with Trump.” Like, when a literal dictator’s kid is looking at the options and going, “Yeah, I’m good”—you know we’ve hit a new level of chaos.

Since I was the only competitor in my event, it was like a dress rehearsal for sectionals. Then a well-deserved brunch with friends afterward. The perfect Saturday!

🍊 thinks he’s calling the shots. But he’s not handing the world to 🇷🇺 —🇷🇺 is too broke to finish what it started in 🇺🇦. The real prize goes to 🇨🇳 . When 🇺🇸turns its back on 🇪🇺, 🇪🇺 will go to the one power with the money, the influence, the patience. 🇨🇳 plays the long game.

Velveeta Voldemort and Vladimir Futon tried to tag-team Zelenskyy like some WWE villains, but after five minutes of their bargain-bin intimidation tactics, he noped out like a man with self-respect and better things to do.

As I pushed open the locker room door, he was already there, leaning casually against the wall, that familiar, easy grin on his face. “So, how much longer do you have in San Diego?” His voice was warm, like he already knew the answer but wanted to hear me say it.

People are saying Social Security is paying out to folks who are 360 years old. Bitch, how?! The U.S. isn’t even that old. Did they shotgun beers with the Founding Fathers and time-travel their way to 2024 just to collect a check? At that point, let them have it—they earned it.

I wonder if the audience understood the significance of the song 😂 youtu.be/IQ1J0HCZS74?...

Late? Me? Never. Just fashionably delayed. But seriously—thank you for the messages, calls, and love (minus the unsolicited nudes, but I digress). Another year, another existential crisis. But you all reminded me I’m still here, still seen, still taking up space. And that means everything. Love you.

Oh, we’re renaming bodies of water? Cute. But you know what’s actually outdated? The imperial system. It’s 2025, and we’re still out here measuring in feet and teaspoons like it’s the Dark Ages. Switch to metric first, then we can talk about rebranding waters.

Happy Valentine’s Day to my man—looking so fine today, I almost forgot about the time you ate the last slice of pizza and blamed it on “the universe.”

Velveeta Voldemort is straight-up trying to annex entire countries like they’re limited-edition golf resorts, all because his felonious ass can’t even set foot in them. Man’s out here thinking if he can’t pass border control, he’ll just buy the border. Delulu meet dictatorship.

Oh honey, let’s be real—Elon’s running the show while Donny just sits there like a bedazzled ventriloquist dummy. But spill the tea—what’s his approval rating looking like these days? And exactly how many electoral votes did he snatch from Kamala? Asking for a friend who needs a strong cocktail.

Oh, so now his supporters are backpedaling, saying they don't care that the cost of living is sky-high-as long as the country is "safe" from illegals and transgenders. Cute.

Dear Elon Musk, Since you clearly can’t mind your own damn business and insist on sticking your fingers in every pie, why stop now? Go ahead—help yourself to our tax refunds. All of it! Just reach in with your tiny billionaire hands and take it.

The airport was crowded, the kind of busy that made goodbyes feel hurried. I watched as my mother and elderly cousin disappeared past security, their small figures swallowed by the indifferent flow of travelers.

Some gays treat dating like a sport. The chase, the game, the endless pursuit. It’s just who I am, they say, as if commitment is a burden they were never meant to carry. And yet, for all their so-called skill, they never seem to be aiming for quality—just sheer numbers.

Listen, unless you’re out here hurting yourself or others, there is no wrong way to live your best queer life. You wanna stay home every night reading gay fiction in bed? Amazing. You wanna be out at the bars, dancing and blacking out like you’re in a 2003 Britney Spears tabloid? Fantastic.