I talk openly. I feel that it is liberating. I have been called many things in my childhood. I think it is a bunch of Bullshit and I should be able to live and love how I want and who I want without judgement. I have my own self prejudices because of all the heterosexist shit I have been put through. It makes it hard to discern what I need.
You all may have read the post about the girl who said I was gay because I wasn't able to perform. Well I was telling a friend about it in front of a 7 eleven about an hour ago. I talk really openly.
I mentioned something about if I have sex with this girl and she tells me I am gay afterwards, just because she is a sadist, that it wouldn't necessarily be as bad as I thought it would be. I would have the experience of connecting with this girl, and it really doesn't matter what people say or think about me....it wouldn't surprise or threaten me much if I were to decide that the experience was not as enjoyable as being with a guy might be...blah blah blah...
This red belt wearing redneck and his hick friend in an El Camino overhear the convo and throw a bottle at me.
I knew immediately that I had said the wrong thing in front of the wrong people.
They come up. Immediately the one with the red belt is ready to fight.
"why you drinking"
"I'm not drinking"
"Why'd you throw that bottle"
"I didn't throw that bottle"
" get out out of here"
"OK"
my heart is pounding
"get in your car"
As he is standing in front of the door to the car.
"I didn't do shit to you, calm down"
"I'm going to clock you in your head"
He starts chasing me
"why are you backing up like a pussy"
It goes on
I go in 7 eleven
I go behind the counter
I call the cops
He starts saying I threw a bottle and that I shouldn't be allowed in the store. His daughter comes in there. He spits on me. His friend persuades him out. Calls me a butt pirate. Says that he knows I take it in the ass.
I thought that was funny.
Who the fuck cares wheter I take it or where I take it.
I was shit scared though.
I am not a good fighter.
If I had said anything it would have been a fight.
I asked myself if I could win. The answer was maybe,
and that if I didn't I could wake up int he hospital and I hate hospitals.
But seriously I don't want to live in fear. And I don't want to compensate my openess.
Part of me feels like I should have fought.
Part of me was fearless. Maybe I needed to risk everything for this cause.
He seemed like the type of guy who carries a knife.
I wish I had spit back on him
Oh well.
But yeah...life is crazy
You all may have read the post about the girl who said I was gay because I wasn't able to perform. Well I was telling a friend about it in front of a 7 eleven about an hour ago. I talk really openly.
I mentioned something about if I have sex with this girl and she tells me I am gay afterwards, just because she is a sadist, that it wouldn't necessarily be as bad as I thought it would be. I would have the experience of connecting with this girl, and it really doesn't matter what people say or think about me....it wouldn't surprise or threaten me much if I were to decide that the experience was not as enjoyable as being with a guy might be...blah blah blah...
This red belt wearing redneck and his hick friend in an El Camino overhear the convo and throw a bottle at me.
I knew immediately that I had said the wrong thing in front of the wrong people.
They come up. Immediately the one with the red belt is ready to fight.
"why you drinking"
"I'm not drinking"
"Why'd you throw that bottle"
"I didn't throw that bottle"
" get out out of here"
"OK"
my heart is pounding
"get in your car"
As he is standing in front of the door to the car.
"I didn't do shit to you, calm down"
"I'm going to clock you in your head"
He starts chasing me
"why are you backing up like a pussy"
It goes on
I go in 7 eleven
I go behind the counter
I call the cops
He starts saying I threw a bottle and that I shouldn't be allowed in the store. His daughter comes in there. He spits on me. His friend persuades him out. Calls me a butt pirate. Says that he knows I take it in the ass.
I thought that was funny.
Who the fuck cares wheter I take it or where I take it.
I was shit scared though.
I am not a good fighter.
If I had said anything it would have been a fight.
I asked myself if I could win. The answer was maybe,
and that if I didn't I could wake up int he hospital and I hate hospitals.
But seriously I don't want to live in fear. And I don't want to compensate my openess.
Part of me feels like I should have fought.
Part of me was fearless. Maybe I needed to risk everything for this cause.
He seemed like the type of guy who carries a knife.
I wish I had spit back on him
Oh well.
But yeah...life is crazy