i have a type and it's 'hot bitches'

(i am also asexual and aromantic, don't question me, unless you genuinely wanna know)

while on a noisy train with people chattering on speakerphone and playing music, a capital K Karen decided to march up to me as I was talking about queerly raising a kid with my gay polycule.

"we don't care!" she said with all the sass of asking for my manager. "we can hear you all the way over there!" [read: one seat behind and across me] "why don't you tone it down?"

"I don't care," I replied with the same finger snap. "if you're so bothered," I motioned my fingers walking down the train aisle "you can move!"

she flipped me the bird and huffed back to her seat. told the ticket taker that I was being a nuisance and that I should be told to quiet down.

he glanced over at me. "uh-huh." took my ticket and walked off.

I then proceeded to pointedly talk about how excited I was for my beloved husband to meet my beloved boyfriend's son so we could be gay dads together and her yapping behind us got very very quiet.

I love trolling people with love.