If I had to sum up what it’s like trying to engage with cishet men on dating apps, it would be—Lmao no. That said, I hope everyone who has followed me on instagram and here and home from the club (that’s a joke, I’m 41 I haven’t been to a club in a decade) knows that while there is infinite frustration to be found online, there’s also a ton of joy. Where else would I be able to make a [god enters the chat] joke, amirite? So now that I’m moving things (as much as possible) over here to substack and away from anything with an algorithm, I hope we can all channel that energy when reading my dating screenshots (all of which are real and from my real life—this is not a meme account baybee! I’m a person!). Sometimes we’ll laugh, sometimes we’ll rage, sometimes we’ll cry, and there’ll absolute be some *makes gagging vom sounds* and I bet you were thinking I was about to offer some over-arching point that makes it all worth it but nope babe, we’re just living life. Surviving is all the point needed. Everything else is just icing on the cupcake. Anyway thanks for reading—love ya’ll!
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That last one though 😂🤣