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I know why you always ask me if your clothes look ok. You think that because I'm bisexual, I'm automatically some queer fashion guru who can tell you if you look hot or not. First of all, you're disgusting, so no matter what you wear, I'm not going to find you attractive. All of you. And D-. You think you're hot shit, but you're an asshole. I know what you mean when I ask you, just to see if you're man enough to say it. Then you say it, crudely and bluntly while your friends laugh. I'm not about to cry when I pause and just look at you. I'm just holding my tongue with all the things I probably should say running through my brain. I'm not that stupid. It's people like you who destroyed my self esteem in my early years middle school, but you're not going to get me again, regardless of whether you're trying to hurt my feelings or not. You don't hurt me, you insult me with your ignorance. You're just a pockfaced handmedown motherfucker.