Hello everyone
My name's Andrew Gaillardetz. I go to Loyola University Chicago and my family lives in Boston, MA. 21 years old.
This blog is pretty much a place where I can post links, videos, and can rant without clogging up my news feed on Facebook (although sometimes I still do that too). I love music, politics, sports, cute guys, inspiring quotes, and i often post updates on gay rights issues.
I am also gay and Catholic
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AFTER ABOUT TEN MINUTES I’M LIKE:
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THE NEXT MORNING I’M LIKE:
AND AFTER THE EXAM I’M LIKE:
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COMMENCE FINAL EXAM MODE. Last semester of undergrad!!! WHAT?!
“Black Women” - T. Miller, Poetry Slam Winner
Where are you going to be when you’re in Boston??
Leaving TODAY to travel America for 2.5 months. I AM ALL THE EMOTIONS. #helloharto
“And although the ’50s were over 60 years ago, that attitude remains pervasive: Look at any on gay dating website or smartphone app and you’ll see our twisted heritage as “preferences” based on a hierarchy of who can pass as a successful straight man: “Looking for masc, musc, no femmes, white only.” Though the irony that none of us is straight does not escape me, I’d like to focus more on how regressive this is; we are literally contributing to our own oppression by upholding this bizarre heritage of misogyny created in the ’50s.
So let’s make life easier on all queer people and stop mimicking the worst parts of heterosexism. Who knows? We could even begin to support each other. How revolutionary.”
A new short film written and performed by Kim Ho tells the story of a 17-year-old gay teen who struggles to find the words to be true to himself… and his best friend — a story that captures the feelings and emotions of gay kids who often feel alone and isolated because of their orientation.

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Run Away With Me- Aaron Tveit
If you insist….
This is so perfect
I love the choices
MAKE THIS HAPPEN
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The shirt seemed heavy until he saw there was another shirt inside it, the sleeves carefully worked down inside Jack’s sleeves. It was his own plaid shirt, lost, he’d thought, long ago in some damn laundry, his dirty shirt, the pocket ripped, buttons missing, stolen by Jack and hidden here inside Jack’s own shirt, the pair like two skins, one inside the other, two in one.
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