Those Were The Days
I was on this Halloween kick so I was looking at some old links I have saved, seeing pictures random strangers from the Internet posted of Halloweens and costumes from decades ago. The nostalgia washing over me. I stumbled across articles and blogs from people talking about how the "last real" Halloween seasons were in the 1990s, mirroring what I've been talking about, the over-commercialization of the holiday and helicopter parents afraid to let their kids trick-or-treat.
This lead me to a page about recent Halloween parades in Boystown, and then upon articles about the name change of Boystown a few years ago because the term wasn't "inclusive" enough and the neighborhood was "too white and gay".
I proceeded to read whining quotes and victim narratives about poor, helpless "people of color" (which I have no idea how that term is 'not racist', but "colored people" is) and women bemoaning not having a "safe space" of their own. They lambast the white, gay men who built the neighborhood into what it was, while sitting on their asses and building nothing or creating anything to solve their whole, supposed, problem.
The anti-white stuff has annoyed me for over a decade now, but something about the way the one article was written just grated my nerves because it was so blatantly racist. I understand that these low IQ sheep, who only think what they are told to think, are unable to conceive that they themselves could be racist. They buy into the lies that racism against whites doesn't exist. I doubt this is to save themselves from not being able to sleep at night because of their disgusting behavior. Such people are incapable of any deep level of self-reflection or self-analysis.
Long before all these whining victims got on their crosses about being "colored" and helpless, Boystown was already going down the tubes as breeders started moving into the neighborhood in the late 2000s and pricing renters out. The bars started filling up with obnoxious, self-involved women who thought every man, including a gay one, was to give them the right of way and tolerate their horrendous behavior.
I still fondly recall the memory of Agent Smith and I standing in the back room of Sidetrack, watching one of these god awful Trixies falling backward down the three steps up because she was unable to handle her liquor or her ridiculous high heels. While some other person pushed around us, chastising us for not helping the drunken, half-clothed pile of bones laying on the cement floor.
This new generation has no concept of what Boystown was really like for prior generations. The actual sense of neighborhood and community they felt going into the area. These days it seems every home and business is required to fly the pedo pride flag and a BLM sign in hopes of keeping their buildings from being torched when the mob goes on one of its victim tirades.
I don't know who all the "white men" who "built" Boystown into a gay neighborhood were, but all these young "queer" whiners should be kissing their lily-white asses for what they did. They actually *DID* something. They didn't sit by like victims, crying about how oppressed they were. They created businesses. They achieved things. They RISKED things.
These young people have no clue what it takes. They expect to be handed everything when they throw their little tantrums. And of course, more adult liberals in the area (and I use the term "adult" very loosely) allow these kids to get away with the behavior and appease them at every opportunity. Hence the neighborhood losing its moniker and becoming "Northalsted".
In the end, it doesn't affect me. I've moved on from that part of my life. But, it is still annoying to see it happen. Though at the same time, I feel the business owners get exactly what they deserve when going up against these people. I remember being shocked months ago hearing the owner of Berlin had the actual balls to say fuck you to the mob and just close down the club when his braindead young employees got together to make ridiculous demands of him.
Youth today is so inexperienced and unintelligent. I was young once too, and I was dumb as rocks. BUT, I learned. I understood at some point that the onus was on me to make choices in my life. And my bad choices had consequences that *I* had to pay. They weren't anyone else's responsibility, they were mine. My skin color and my dick made no difference in my negative or positive experences.
This reminds me of a video we watched over the weekend of these two young queens who react to movies on their channel. They were watching 'The Birdcage' and, though they found a lot of it funny, the skinny one in particular made sure to visibly and audibly clutch his pearls at some of the humor and situations in the movie. He could not handle that Gene Hackman's character was a conservative and just watch the movie to see how it all played out. He had to whine and complain about his modern political views on it.
Crying about his "rights" and "fighting" for them. Though I am sure if he was asked, he wouldn't be able to tell me any rights he currently doesn't have that he feels he's owed. The comedy of so much of it was just lost on these kids. And what a miserable way to live. A humorless existence. Everything is political and EVERYTHING somehow makes these people victims.
He made a comment at one point of how "BRAVE" it was for these characters to be out and gay in the 90s. I guess to these sprouts, they just think of the 1990s as if they were the dark ages. I wondered how "BRAVE" he'd consider me for having been out in the 1990s, and more so what my political positions are now having lived and learned for 30 years to get where I am. He would probably call me "self-hating" with "internalized homophobia".
Being gay in the 1990s was FANTASTIC. The Doctor and I often reminisce about it all. About the gay bars just having gay men in them. No women. No straight people. No little kids (because yes, I have seen little kids and babies in gay bars when I still lived in the city). We had our own places and they were for us. It was nice. The music was great. As supposedly political as the "gay rights movement" has always been, back in those days politics was just not this all-encompassing force in most people's lives. Elections were discussed, but it was usually the psychopaths like Rockwell throwing fits over politics in the bars. Most people were just out to have fun and didn't care.
We would put rainbow stickers on our cars because few people outside of the "gay community" even knew what they meant back then. It was like a secret club and it was awesome. We did our own thing and it was great. While some people were always outspoken, most just wanted to blend in and live a normal life. It isn't like it is today where all these young kids have their ENTIRE identity wrapped up in who they fuck. And this constant need they have to throw it in everyone's face and DEMAND that people affirm and approve of their sexuality.
Sure, when Ex-Roommate and I were in our late teens, of course we talked about being gay ALL the time. It was new to us and we were finally out and free to express ourselves. Kids today are surrounded by entire communities of people who vocally virtue-signal their support for "the lifestyle", schools trying to teach kids all about it and putting porno in the libraries, parents mutilating their kids if they express even the slightest hint of wanting to wear mommy's shoes or act like Tom boys. No one cares if you're gay these days. The real problem is that this new generation is so toxic and so pathetic that they are single-handedly turning back legitimate progress that was made since the 1960s. If anyone does care, it is because these morons won't shut the fuck up.
They push this pedo stuff and link it to "the community". Creepy sex offender drag queens doing storybook hours with kids. Teachers in schools manipulating kids behind the parents backs. There really DOES seem to be an agenda now. Whereas when I was young I think the only agenda was that we wanted to just be left alone. I am still on the fence about whether gay marriage was a good or bad thing. It seems things have really gone to the shitter since it passed.
Humorless, whining victims. That is all I see when I watch videos of these young people today. They've earned nothing. They've struggled through nothing. Even the slightest amount of stress or opposition makes them crumble into emotional, screaming little balls. They've not really experienced any hardships in their lives so they can't handle even a slight disagreement of opinion.
One time in the past seven years have I gone back to Sidetrack. It was a frightening, horrible place where I felt completely uncomfortable and in danger the entire time. The younger generation is at once completely unstable and over-emotional and at the same time completely brainwashed and programmed into this cult-like groupthink. I used to hate going to straight bars and felt unsafe when I was in them. My feelings being back at Sidetrack that day were fifty times worse than anything I ever felt at a straight bar.
I hate typing the stupid acronym, but the LGBT-yada-yada community to me is unhinged, unstable and dangerous in its current iteration. I cannot imagine where I would be in life right now had I not gotten out of the city exactly when I did. And if I hadn't met the Sparrow and started this new, different life who would I even be now?
When I moved out of the city in 2016, I was terrified. I only knew that life for 17 years prior. Really, it was longer than that. I'd been part of the "community" for over 20 years. I only knew that life. The bars, the drinking, Boystown. I spent 17 years actually living in the city itself though and I only wanted that life. I had my routines. The places I'd eat. The neighborhoods I'd walk in. Commuting on mass transit. Hanging in the city parks. Living in a bubble of sorts.
Hell, when I had to move out of Boystown and up father north into Edgewater/Andersonville I thought my life was over. Now I'm a hundred miles away, not only in actual distance but from that person that I was. If I was still in the city, I'd probably still be a broke drunk with no ambitions, no goals in my life. I probably still wouldn't have a car. I probably would have had to endure the B.S. lockdowns and wearing masks on the sidewalk outside. Though I know for sure I NEVER would have EVER gotten the vax. Even the old me was not that stupid.
I understand we all change. As we get older we always think "our" times were the best times. And often look critically on the newer generations. But I cannot in any way think I am wrong for how I see this new generation. They are unfun, unfunny, miserable people. They have no experience from which to base any of their opinions. They've faced no real hardships to have learned anything. I am guessing most of them live in a bubble like I did when I was their age, but one with a much thicker membrane.
Names and places can change, but the memories I have will always be mine. They cannot take those away. Nor will *I* ever apologize for being white or for having partaken in that fantastic time period in which I lived down there. It was fun. These kids wouldn't know fun if it walked in and shit on their faces. I'd say I feel sorry for them, but I don't. I find their pearl-clutching misery to be highly amusing, and deserved.
This lead me to a page about recent Halloween parades in Boystown, and then upon articles about the name change of Boystown a few years ago because the term wasn't "inclusive" enough and the neighborhood was "too white and gay".
I proceeded to read whining quotes and victim narratives about poor, helpless "people of color" (which I have no idea how that term is 'not racist', but "colored people" is) and women bemoaning not having a "safe space" of their own. They lambast the white, gay men who built the neighborhood into what it was, while sitting on their asses and building nothing or creating anything to solve their whole, supposed, problem.
The anti-white stuff has annoyed me for over a decade now, but something about the way the one article was written just grated my nerves because it was so blatantly racist. I understand that these low IQ sheep, who only think what they are told to think, are unable to conceive that they themselves could be racist. They buy into the lies that racism against whites doesn't exist. I doubt this is to save themselves from not being able to sleep at night because of their disgusting behavior. Such people are incapable of any deep level of self-reflection or self-analysis.
Long before all these whining victims got on their crosses about being "colored" and helpless, Boystown was already going down the tubes as breeders started moving into the neighborhood in the late 2000s and pricing renters out. The bars started filling up with obnoxious, self-involved women who thought every man, including a gay one, was to give them the right of way and tolerate their horrendous behavior.
I still fondly recall the memory of Agent Smith and I standing in the back room of Sidetrack, watching one of these god awful Trixies falling backward down the three steps up because she was unable to handle her liquor or her ridiculous high heels. While some other person pushed around us, chastising us for not helping the drunken, half-clothed pile of bones laying on the cement floor.
This new generation has no concept of what Boystown was really like for prior generations. The actual sense of neighborhood and community they felt going into the area. These days it seems every home and business is required to fly the pedo pride flag and a BLM sign in hopes of keeping their buildings from being torched when the mob goes on one of its victim tirades.
I don't know who all the "white men" who "built" Boystown into a gay neighborhood were, but all these young "queer" whiners should be kissing their lily-white asses for what they did. They actually *DID* something. They didn't sit by like victims, crying about how oppressed they were. They created businesses. They achieved things. They RISKED things.
These young people have no clue what it takes. They expect to be handed everything when they throw their little tantrums. And of course, more adult liberals in the area (and I use the term "adult" very loosely) allow these kids to get away with the behavior and appease them at every opportunity. Hence the neighborhood losing its moniker and becoming "Northalsted".
In the end, it doesn't affect me. I've moved on from that part of my life. But, it is still annoying to see it happen. Though at the same time, I feel the business owners get exactly what they deserve when going up against these people. I remember being shocked months ago hearing the owner of Berlin had the actual balls to say fuck you to the mob and just close down the club when his braindead young employees got together to make ridiculous demands of him.
Youth today is so inexperienced and unintelligent. I was young once too, and I was dumb as rocks. BUT, I learned. I understood at some point that the onus was on me to make choices in my life. And my bad choices had consequences that *I* had to pay. They weren't anyone else's responsibility, they were mine. My skin color and my dick made no difference in my negative or positive experences.
This reminds me of a video we watched over the weekend of these two young queens who react to movies on their channel. They were watching 'The Birdcage' and, though they found a lot of it funny, the skinny one in particular made sure to visibly and audibly clutch his pearls at some of the humor and situations in the movie. He could not handle that Gene Hackman's character was a conservative and just watch the movie to see how it all played out. He had to whine and complain about his modern political views on it.
Crying about his "rights" and "fighting" for them. Though I am sure if he was asked, he wouldn't be able to tell me any rights he currently doesn't have that he feels he's owed. The comedy of so much of it was just lost on these kids. And what a miserable way to live. A humorless existence. Everything is political and EVERYTHING somehow makes these people victims.
He made a comment at one point of how "BRAVE" it was for these characters to be out and gay in the 90s. I guess to these sprouts, they just think of the 1990s as if they were the dark ages. I wondered how "BRAVE" he'd consider me for having been out in the 1990s, and more so what my political positions are now having lived and learned for 30 years to get where I am. He would probably call me "self-hating" with "internalized homophobia".
Being gay in the 1990s was FANTASTIC. The Doctor and I often reminisce about it all. About the gay bars just having gay men in them. No women. No straight people. No little kids (because yes, I have seen little kids and babies in gay bars when I still lived in the city). We had our own places and they were for us. It was nice. The music was great. As supposedly political as the "gay rights movement" has always been, back in those days politics was just not this all-encompassing force in most people's lives. Elections were discussed, but it was usually the psychopaths like Rockwell throwing fits over politics in the bars. Most people were just out to have fun and didn't care.
We would put rainbow stickers on our cars because few people outside of the "gay community" even knew what they meant back then. It was like a secret club and it was awesome. We did our own thing and it was great. While some people were always outspoken, most just wanted to blend in and live a normal life. It isn't like it is today where all these young kids have their ENTIRE identity wrapped up in who they fuck. And this constant need they have to throw it in everyone's face and DEMAND that people affirm and approve of their sexuality.
Sure, when Ex-Roommate and I were in our late teens, of course we talked about being gay ALL the time. It was new to us and we were finally out and free to express ourselves. Kids today are surrounded by entire communities of people who vocally virtue-signal their support for "the lifestyle", schools trying to teach kids all about it and putting porno in the libraries, parents mutilating their kids if they express even the slightest hint of wanting to wear mommy's shoes or act like Tom boys. No one cares if you're gay these days. The real problem is that this new generation is so toxic and so pathetic that they are single-handedly turning back legitimate progress that was made since the 1960s. If anyone does care, it is because these morons won't shut the fuck up.
They push this pedo stuff and link it to "the community". Creepy sex offender drag queens doing storybook hours with kids. Teachers in schools manipulating kids behind the parents backs. There really DOES seem to be an agenda now. Whereas when I was young I think the only agenda was that we wanted to just be left alone. I am still on the fence about whether gay marriage was a good or bad thing. It seems things have really gone to the shitter since it passed.
Humorless, whining victims. That is all I see when I watch videos of these young people today. They've earned nothing. They've struggled through nothing. Even the slightest amount of stress or opposition makes them crumble into emotional, screaming little balls. They've not really experienced any hardships in their lives so they can't handle even a slight disagreement of opinion.
One time in the past seven years have I gone back to Sidetrack. It was a frightening, horrible place where I felt completely uncomfortable and in danger the entire time. The younger generation is at once completely unstable and over-emotional and at the same time completely brainwashed and programmed into this cult-like groupthink. I used to hate going to straight bars and felt unsafe when I was in them. My feelings being back at Sidetrack that day were fifty times worse than anything I ever felt at a straight bar.
I hate typing the stupid acronym, but the LGBT-yada-yada community to me is unhinged, unstable and dangerous in its current iteration. I cannot imagine where I would be in life right now had I not gotten out of the city exactly when I did. And if I hadn't met the Sparrow and started this new, different life who would I even be now?
When I moved out of the city in 2016, I was terrified. I only knew that life for 17 years prior. Really, it was longer than that. I'd been part of the "community" for over 20 years. I only knew that life. The bars, the drinking, Boystown. I spent 17 years actually living in the city itself though and I only wanted that life. I had my routines. The places I'd eat. The neighborhoods I'd walk in. Commuting on mass transit. Hanging in the city parks. Living in a bubble of sorts.
Hell, when I had to move out of Boystown and up father north into Edgewater/Andersonville I thought my life was over. Now I'm a hundred miles away, not only in actual distance but from that person that I was. If I was still in the city, I'd probably still be a broke drunk with no ambitions, no goals in my life. I probably still wouldn't have a car. I probably would have had to endure the B.S. lockdowns and wearing masks on the sidewalk outside. Though I know for sure I NEVER would have EVER gotten the vax. Even the old me was not that stupid.
I understand we all change. As we get older we always think "our" times were the best times. And often look critically on the newer generations. But I cannot in any way think I am wrong for how I see this new generation. They are unfun, unfunny, miserable people. They have no experience from which to base any of their opinions. They've faced no real hardships to have learned anything. I am guessing most of them live in a bubble like I did when I was their age, but one with a much thicker membrane.
Names and places can change, but the memories I have will always be mine. They cannot take those away. Nor will *I* ever apologize for being white or for having partaken in that fantastic time period in which I lived down there. It was fun. These kids wouldn't know fun if it walked in and shit on their faces. I'd say I feel sorry for them, but I don't. I find their pearl-clutching misery to be highly amusing, and deserved.