I'm 25 I live in the south where being gay and pagan makes you a double outcast. Most of the gay guys I know are surprising snooty towards me when they find my religious perspective out. Not to even mention my family. My mother, when she's entirely sober, is mildly disapproving of who I am. Other times she is more or less saying stop being who you are and be like the son I deserve. Like she has any room to talk since she's only been in my life since I was 17. Once I had to wrestle her off my step dad when she got some bad drugs and even introduced me to my previous room mates ended up killing someone and then were on their way to kill me!!!! Its been two years since that happened but it still haunts me. Why the hell was I spared when most of my family thinks I am evil incarnate. And I can't meet guys. Sure I have a steady job and I pay my bills and maintain a partially normal life, but I can't drive. I have a medical condition that prevents me from doing so safely. And heaven forbid I meet a guy. My current room mates who I swear keep me around just to clean things around the house and provide money won't let me even think about bringing a guy over. Which works out since I never really had a boyfriend. NO guy really talks to me. Most just think I talk funny and I am not skinny enough or fashionable enough. The only companionship I can find is with my cats and my plants. They don't judge me. They don't tell me I"m weird. That I'm effed up. I was prevented a quick death only to be dealt with a long drawn out torture of living. Every moment I lose a bit of my soul and when I"m alone its the best I can do to not break into tears. | |
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I don't think your problem is so much that you live in the south, or like to plow the shit chute, but rather, that you are an extremely ugly, pasty moonpie face, who smells like ass and old spice. Old Spice doesn't cover the smell of ass, it just amplifies it and makes it more noticeable.
Anyway, lets add up what you offer to the world.
Pasty moonpie face , old spice ass smell, can't drive because you get the shakes, relates well to plants....um...and cats..., says "effed" instead of "fucked" on a message board on tha INtaRWEB, who is a fagwitch living in the south.
Yeah!! That's the catch of the century!
I wish you would have lived in Salem Mass. several hundred years ago.
Oh, your cat called...he said you're one weird fucker and he wishes you'd stop looking for his cock because cat's don't roll that way....
why are you so behind the times?
do you still get bowl cuts and wear cuffed suit pants?
It's inexplicably clear that you are gay yourself, and hate yourself for it - classic homophobia.
Anyway all your passion sounds hot, let's go to a gay bar sometime?
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