This is how my friends talk (most of my friends are bookish, over defensive and sensitive feminists undergoing extensive therapy)

“Kerouac was sexist,
and a lot of his friends were gay
but then, also, misogynists.
Which, you know, at that point
it’s kinda like, hey, gay guys,
mind your business.”

I say, “You’re right.”
and I mean it.
but then i think, man,
i certainly have a type.

i accidentally butt dial
another friend while we’re talking
and admit it,
she just replies “Dat tushy!”
i fucking love these bitches