misleadings, part one

as a child, like so many other gay men, i was tricked into thinking that if i secretly mastered the art of baking cakes with the help my sister's easy-bake oven, the world would be mine for the taking.

today i discovered that according to the united states' department of housing and urban development's fair housing design manual:

that by simply spinning in a wheel chair really fast, i can magick myself into a four-tiered wedding cake, the bottom tier measuring five feet in diameter.

amazing.

in the background::call on me:eric prydz