Common Sense

In life there are certain things you shouldn’t do. Pee into the wind, eat yellow snow and annoy me.

“Look, it’s the lesbians!”
“Oh come ON! If you’re gonna try and use my sexuality to insult me, at least be original about it. I’m just so sick of the same old-”
“It’s the lesbians!”
“THAT! That is what I’m fed up with, right there. Think up something funny, then come insult me.”

Later that same day. “LESBIAN!”

Bad idea. Such a bad idea.

“Oh well done, you correctly identified my sexuality! Oh WOW! Would you like a medal?”

*Silence*

I am not in the mood to be pissed on. Do not cross me. I won’t regret my actions, but I promise you will.

Bearing in mind that this was my mind state, was it a good idea to send me to see a homophobic MP? I managed to restrain myself (cuffs, rope, chains, gags and blindfolds) and I was this close [---] to wearing my (now invalid) “Nobody Knows I’m A Lesbian” T-shirt. It’s invalid because everyone knows. Clearly, the shirt served a purpose. The only reason I bothered to restrain myself was because it was an hour long year 7 presentation and assembly. Just not the time, you know.