those moments when straight people assume you’re one of them and you feel like a gay secret agent
it’s an ace case
i live in constant struggle between “you’re wrong” and “but i don’t want to start shit”
more like “I don’t want to be harassed again by bigoted douchetrumpets”
"But the probable consequences of correcting you in this time and place outweigh the potential benefits; I’m fairly certain that I can’t change your mind, and trying will cause me harm in some fashion."