the real antidote to the problem of “everyone is beautiful and no one is horny” is watching old horny shows like mash. nothing but perfectly normal-looking, homely, average people in that show who hook up with each other or unseen partners on a regular basis. hawkeye is absolutely drowning in sex and the man has such a bizarre mismatched set of randomly strong and weak facial features on a noodle body with dogshit posture. and it’s GREAT. you can’t tell how soft his jawline is because there’s always a woman kissing his neck and blocking the camera. i know i riff on people saying they want to fuck mulcahy until he has a religious epiphany but as a butch lesbian with that exact face shape it’s been so healing to be like. ohhhh ok so sexuality and attractiveness isn’t just limited to the perfect beautiful poreless people on netflix. i understand now
accepting this schlub into my heart as a sex symbol and butchess projection target has done more for my self esteem than any of my five psychiatrists and fifteen different antidepressant prescriptions have ever accomplished
Buffy: We’re not friends. We never were. And I can fool Giles, and I can fool my friends, but I can’t fool myself. (shakes her head) Or Spike, for some reason.