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Yeah, I went to Gentry tonight, again.
Where I was called, by a "straight guy" a "fat slob". Not even queers have ever called me fat to my face.
This...now I'm at the bottom. Now I want nothing more than to curl up and die.
Fuck him! There's obviously something going on when a straight guy's drunk in a gay bar alone on a Saturday night picking on people. Some people call that denial; I call it being a jerk. What was really nice is that Arben and Fernando and a couple of the others came to my rescue and made him appologize to me. What I said to him is that I can always lose the weight, but he could never gain a good personality. I can't lie - what he said really did kind of hurt my feelings. But only because I call myself the same thing all the time; every time I eat or drink anything.
Where I was called, by a "straight guy" a "fat slob". Not even queers have ever called me fat to my face.
Fuck him! There's obviously something going on when a straight guy's drunk in a gay bar alone on a Saturday night picking on people. Some people call that denial; I call it being a jerk. What was really nice is that Arben and Fernando and a couple of the others came to my rescue and made him appologize to me. What I said to him is that I can always lose the weight, but he could never gain a good personality. I can't lie - what he said really did kind of hurt my feelings. But only because I call myself the same thing all the time; every time I eat or drink anything.