"When did you decide to be gay?"
Last week. I woke up and I was like I want to be judged and not accepted by most of society and denied basic human rights. I thought it would be fun to not be allowed to get married and to be called rude names when I’m with the person I love. I mean, who wouldn’t want that?
the morning after you got that good dick
It’s funny how for the longest time I would always try to hang out w guys (platonically) who I thought were “cool” but when guys either don’t want to be my friend because they don’t find me sexually attractive or for whatever weird complex they have (because clearly who wouldn’t want to be my friend) I got all overly sensitive and felt like It was me. Once I stopped searching for “friends” in the bear-cub community in LA. People who I think are way cooler started pursuing me and inviting me out to do stuff. The point is when you stop looking for something it usually finds you. I guess it’s just all apart of growing up and maturing. I would never want to be associated which those lame groups of guys anyway. And the friendships I do have now mean so much more to me.