All around us, people were cool. By association, so were we.
I support women. I'm like a human BRA.
Trying on jeans is my favorite thing. Maybe later I can get a pap smear from an old male doctor.
You didn't realize emotion could be a weapon? Have you not read the poetry of Jewel?
Whatever the tiny bubbles sitting beautifully on the surface of the absolutely delicious-looking skin around his forehead and neck were, they were doing a lot for his overall appearance...and for my heart rate.
Can't one human being not like another human being? Can't we all just not get along?