I literally can’t talk. It’s my “disability”. Long story short, I got laryngitis when I was like five and it screwed up my vocal cords. So yeah, I can’t. At all.
“In case you haven’t noticed, it’s okay if you’re not straight here. I’m pan. Seth’s a straighty, but I forgave him for that a few years ago. I don’t want to assume your sexuality, though, or your gender.”
I’m not standing down this time. I do that too much. And it’s such a stupid little thing. It’s my fucking nails. I don’t think God cares if I put a little color on them.