By Grace Underpressure in Pride
The first time I went to Pride, my heart was in my throat with nerves, and I didn’t know anyone. This year, I knew everyone, and I wasn’t nervous at all.
This is scientific fact, and one day I will earn the Nobel Prize for Badassery for this discovery. Once the weather goes above O C or 32F (depending on where you live—though why y’all start counting at 32 is a little baffling), you can be sure that the best place to catch lesbians is on the patio.
Guess what, dear readers! Score one for the Unenlightened! That’s right! Miss Invisible (that’d be me), has suddenly skyrocketed to the pinnacle of lez badassery. “How?” you ask.
Grace Underpressure tells us about the pinnacle of friendship: the pee pee buddy. Oh, don’t look at me like that. We hope you have one too, minus the pee pee of course.
Grace Underpressure tells us about her addiction to knitting and injuries sustained as a result of her addiction to knitting? You think you can only be injured in rugby and other contact sports? Think again. Crafts injuries are just as brutal.