Normies and Celebrities (A-List and Z-List) alike can’t keep their legs closed to married men, and to be honest, it kind of feels like everyone is losing their damn minds lately. I know Mercury is in retrograde but — this is on another level. As someone who has had sex with 3 A-List celebs (and regrettably 2 B-List, as well as one C-List in 2011 under the influence of Patrón) blowing up your life to knock boots, bump uglies, or make the beast with two backs (not me quoting Othello) with some regular person (or even Harold Styles) is SO WEIRD. I’m tired of knowing everything about the lives of celebrities. Remember when people had a little mystery? I don’t know SHIT about who Winona Ryder is fucking. Richard Madden takes his twinks to Italy and just allows our imaginations to do the rest. Let’s go back. Back to the beginning.
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