some type of adult girl

shock:

shock:

the last time i went to pride a few years ago i brought one of these things and filled it to the brim with vodka and i was too busy sharing hits off the secret vodka bag with every stranger who wanted to partake to care about anything else. it became a whole bartering system where people gave me pins or lei’s or other trinkets to gain a spot in line for the secret vodka camel bag. didn’t matter what they looked like or how much clothes they wore, drag queens and leather kings and all the other ruffians got a hit from the camel bag if they had something to share, even if all they had was themselves. it was fucking disgusting. nobody had to bend down or anything because the straw was several feet long. moral of the story is at the end of the day… coexist.

the essence of pride but the soup is secret camel bag vodka

(via mens-rights-activia)