your walking in the streets of New York. Protests over feminists gays and straights.
the loudest protest you hear is "DEMOCRATS. PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME VOTE FOR JOE BIDEN"
you continue down the streets as people are screaming in your ear about how gays should be illegal and how straights should be the only people on earth. You think about your ex wife/husband that left you for there own sex and you mumble to your self "people can love who they wanna love". You keep going along and you get to your apartment complex. "Hey Jim". You say to the desk worker . "Hey y/n". Jim says to you. You go to the elevator and hit your floors number. 6 . You get onto your floor and wonder why the place is so packed. You shrug it off and go into your room by sliding your card in and typing in a pin. You sit your suit case down into the closet and slip your shoes off. you take off your work clothes and get into something more comfy. A Hoodie and Sweat Pants. You sit down and immediately back up from a knock at your door. Hello? You say as you open the door
