Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen
And if you didn't know, I'm the queen... I am a homosexual, if my last post didn't answer any questions. There are several things that you must realize when you're talking to me.
1) I didn't choose to be gay, no one convinced me that I was gay, I came to this conclusion on my own merit. There's nothing I hate more than an ignorant breeder asking me "Are you SURE you're gay?" .... What do you expect me to say? "Well, now that you mention it..." One would think that I'd be fairly secure in my sexuality to come out.
2) I hate the word 'Faggot.' I despise the phrasiology of "that's gay." That's why I wrote the anonymous poem St. Joe's lit. Magazine last year. It pisses me off to hear that. If I know you know I'm gay, and you say "that's gay" and I know you mean it seriously, I'm gonna cut off your balls and staple them to the wall. (Ghey is still legal, because it's not the same.)
3) There are many stereotypes of homosexuals that predominate throught society (especially in the machismatic society of St. Joe's) that I do and don't adhere to. Yes, I play the flute, and yes I enjoy it. No, I don't shove my flute up my ass, and if you say "This one time, at band camp" I'm going to pull a red-hot needle from the bottom of the pits of hell and stap you in the eye with it. I will then chian you to Mount Olympus and have the vultures peck at your innards for eternity.... dumbfucks.
The other thing that people don't seem to realize is that being gay is not all rainbows and pink triangles. There was one point when I came out to myself where I almost ended me. Most people don't realize what it's like to go through life being told what's gonna happen, then realizing it won't happen. That's why it was the worst experience of my life coming out to them. Watching their ideals of what I was to become being replaced with unfounded stereotypes was like watching me die. Given the opportunity I would rather die than do that again.
But at least I have better fashion than you all. What now?
I'm gonna go watch Queer Eye and the Manhunt....
I know, I'm gay.
See ya's,
BUKUTA
1) I didn't choose to be gay, no one convinced me that I was gay, I came to this conclusion on my own merit. There's nothing I hate more than an ignorant breeder asking me "Are you SURE you're gay?" .... What do you expect me to say? "Well, now that you mention it..." One would think that I'd be fairly secure in my sexuality to come out.
2) I hate the word 'Faggot.' I despise the phrasiology of "that's gay." That's why I wrote the anonymous poem St. Joe's lit. Magazine last year. It pisses me off to hear that. If I know you know I'm gay, and you say "that's gay" and I know you mean it seriously, I'm gonna cut off your balls and staple them to the wall. (Ghey is still legal, because it's not the same.)
3) There are many stereotypes of homosexuals that predominate throught society (especially in the machismatic society of St. Joe's) that I do and don't adhere to. Yes, I play the flute, and yes I enjoy it. No, I don't shove my flute up my ass, and if you say "This one time, at band camp" I'm going to pull a red-hot needle from the bottom of the pits of hell and stap you in the eye with it. I will then chian you to Mount Olympus and have the vultures peck at your innards for eternity.... dumbfucks.
The other thing that people don't seem to realize is that being gay is not all rainbows and pink triangles. There was one point when I came out to myself where I almost ended me. Most people don't realize what it's like to go through life being told what's gonna happen, then realizing it won't happen. That's why it was the worst experience of my life coming out to them. Watching their ideals of what I was to become being replaced with unfounded stereotypes was like watching me die. Given the opportunity I would rather die than do that again.
But at least I have better fashion than you all. What now?
I'm gonna go watch Queer Eye and the Manhunt....
I know, I'm gay.
See ya's,
BUKUTA