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Taylor Swift's Gayest MySpace Posts

I was literally shocked to hear that some Gaylors hadn't seen these! Here are Taylor's gayest high school MySpace posts, mostly targeted at her friend Kelsey (dammmnnn) Morris, and a cheerleader 2 grades ahead of her at Hendersonville High School, Lacey J. (and Lacey's boyfriend from BHS, Taylor J.).

September 3, 2005

“I am obsessed with you.

If you look out your window and down the street about 200 yards, you may see a big white van parked on the street. I am inside the van with a telescope and computer. Just trying to catch a glimpse of kelsey dammmnnn morris.

haha. end of story.”

September 6, 2005

“LACEY LACEY LACEY

I’m in love with you.

There’s just no other way around it.

hehe”

September 10, 2005

“Pretty girl.

I could walk twenty feet and knock on your door and ask you how you’ve been…

But I think I’ll just sit here and type it.

Tell me how you’ve been, child.

taylor”

September 11, 2005

I have the same name as your boyfriend.

Therefore I am better than everyone and you should like me more.

taylor”

September 18, 2005

“Kelsey’s awesome.

And got best smile.

And should have gotten best everything else.

Hahah

iloveyou”

October 12, 2005

“Everybody watch Kelsey’s scrolling pictures of her friends until you get to the one of shelby.

Her boobs look AMAZING.

hahahahahahaha”

November 6, 2005

“If you were a guy I’d probably date you.

Just a friendly reminder.

<3”

December 28, 2005

“WOW I LOVE YOUR PICTURES

(i haven’t been on here in a while and technology alone fascinates me)

Hey I love you and now I know exactly where your house is, and also that Grant plays guitar? Yes, he does.

Why?

Because he’s Grant Motherfucking Wood. That’s why.

We’re hanging out New Years and I’m driving the Hummer and it will be amazing.

-T-

PS: Hi, Kelsey’s mom!”

(SHE DROVE A HUMMER?? GIRLIE...)

December 29, 2005

“Lil’ Kels.

hahahahhaha

I looove love love your new pictures. You are pretty.

You’re right.. you better watch out.

Because I do what I want.

-T-”

January 8, 2006

“My name is Taylor, I am not clingy, I do not want a boyfriend.

I do not show signs of wanting a boyfriend.

I do not make hints leading on to the fact that I may want a boyfriend.

So how, tell me, on EARTH is it possible for someone to confuse this issue and IGNORE me because:

they don’t want a girlfriend.

(%(*..)%((IOJENTI..OWI$...)WO

-T-”

April 23, 2006

[3 sophomore year prom pictures with Kelsey Morris]

“(this is you quite obviously staring at my boobs)”

April 24, 2006

“Lyrics we live by:

And it hurts to want everything 

and nothing at the same time

I want what’s your and i

want what’s mine

I want YOU, but I’m not

giving in this time.

haha

i love you

you’re really pretty.

-T-”

April 30, 2006

“Kelsey.

I love you and I’m sorry about all the “distance”.

Distance = stupid and unnecessary.

Dude. The truth is, i miss you. Starbucks tomorrow?”

Bonus:

“I read your complaining comment about how your not on abigails top 8. well, how could you be? I’M THERE. TAKING YOUR SPOT HAHAHAHAHA. (evil laugh, you know the drill). Well, anyway, listen my queer fellow. I thinketh we shall hangeth out sometime soon, eh? yes, i do believe i am growing fond of this idea. drive over in your sex van and come pick me up. farewell knave."

Click here for all non-Gaylor MySpace posts from that era

Dear 🎃 - can you give us a hint if Karlie is still part of Taylor's story?

I think their messages about two princesses 👸 👸 makes that pretty clear.

Original 🎃 message

Second 🎃 message

Third 🎃 message

Fourth 🎃 message

Fifth 🎃 message

Sixth 🎃 message

It is exhausting rooting for the anti hero.

🎃 Imagine this. You are sitting on a beach, cold and windswept. The sea is dark and angry before you. The sun sets in muted colors. You finish scrawling on the parchment. Your pen dries up as you reach the end of a story in 11 parts. None of it makes sense anyway. You're sick of having to dilute everything so far beyond recognition. But a story told through metaphor is still a story told. Even the great poet Sappho is survived by stilted fragments and mistranslated lyrics. Maybe that is the beautiful curse people like us must all share. Perhaps loving someone the world doesn't approve of forces you to be clever. You scan your writing once over, brow furrowed. All you can do is hope that it is enough. Of course it’s not. It never could be. You know this. And yet you keep trying, trying, trying. Your image is ten times bigger than you are. You have spent your life living in your own shadow. Stealing your own thunder. Trying and failing, relentlessly, to fill your own shoes. You roll the parchment, slipping it into an empty wine bottle. You may have told the story inside out and backwards, and it may well sink to the bottom of the sea or fall on deaf ears. It may wash up on a sunny beach in Florida, or a rocky shore in the northwest. Either way, someone somewhere will know about that recipe card. And the warm safety you cherish within your fence. And the heist that stole more from you than you ever planned on stealing from the museum. And most importantly, they will know about the human heart. The flawed, scarred, angry, grateful, nonsensical heart. The one that hides deep inside glittering ballgowns. The one that questions everything, but mostly it questions if the world it has grimaced through so many smiles for would love it for what it truly is. You drop the message in a bottle into the riptide. You fight every urge to fish it out before it drifts too far. You watch it until the waves have swept it far, far away. And now it is just a matter of time. The dripping of candle wax. The ticking of a clock. 🎃

Is HEEL maybe in there to refer to Matty?

Here are several messages in my inbox with different 🎃 theories. Some were sent after only a message or two. We are up to 8 messages now:

Holy shit. The implications of her playing a song about her Invisible love (they just see right through me vs. they see right through me, i see right through me) right after playing a song about the time she made out with a woman in public & yet people still discourse about her being straight. She’s crazy for that.

Just very interesting that she decides to play question and invisible…. the implications indeed