Gay Station T-Shirt (UFO)

You’ve officially pulled up to the Gay Station T-Shirt—where alien cowgirls pump more than just gas and outsiders finally fuel up on belonging. This isn’t just a tee, it’s a roadside rebellion halfway between Area 51 and a lucid dream. For the queers, the weirdos, and the cosmic cowfolk who’ve never fit the map, this is your unofficial uniform.

Crafted from 100% soft cotton jersey with a mid-weight 210 GSM, this tee brings cozy rebellion in every fiber. The mineral wash gives it that vintage, worn-in energy—like something you found at a backroad thrift store run by intergalactic misfits. The fit is relaxed but structured, holding space for all bodies and identities while keeping things effortlessly cool. It’s for the loud lovers, the gas station heartthrobs, the ones who never play it straight (or safe).

Our commitment to inclusivity shines through with our gender-neutral and size-inclusive design. For precise measurements, refer to our size guide.

Cassidy is 5’10”. Bust: 37”, Waist: 31”, Hips: 36”. Wearing a size small.

Brett is 5'7". Bust: 48.5”, Waist: 43”, Hips: 51”. Wearing a size 2XL.

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Easy 30-Day Returns: We want to make your experience with Octopied Mind unforgettable. For this reason, our Returns Policy is super simple. You have 30 days from receiving your order to decide if it's not quite right. Everything you buy on our site is eligible for return except final sale items, small accessories, graveyard (defect) items and intimates. Due to high product demand and small-batch production, we don't allow exchanges. Please visit our returns page for more info.

Commonly Asked Questions Continued

• 100% soft cotton jersey.
• Mid-weight 210 GSM.
• Hand drawn graphics.
• Screen-printed.
• For best care, wash cold and lay flat to dry.

Somewhere between Area 51 and a lucid dream, there’s a queer gas station glowing in the desert haze. Fluorescent lights flicker over a busted ice machine. A lone alien cowgirl leans against the pump, boots dusty, eyes defiant. The sign reads “Gay Station”—and if you know, you know.

This is a love letter to weird road trips and even weirder identities. It’s a portal to a world that never asked you to tone it down. The kind of place where queerness isn’t just accepted—it’s sacred. Gas is overpriced, the bathrooms are graffiti temples, and the vending machine only sells glitter and revenge.

This design captures that mythic queer Americana—the backroads, the subversive symbols, the sense that maybe, just maybe, you’ve stumbled into the right wrong place. Where the fuel is found family, and the only rule is “be exactly who the hell you are.”