Top: Antonio Biaggi
Bottom: Joey Rodriguez
There should be a movie where instead of Mean Girls, it’s called “Mean Gays”, where a good looking guy meets these 3 Gay A-Listers, and he must conform to them and the Gay Society, by such means, like getting all his clothes tailored, having a ripped gym body, teeth lightening, eyebrows, nails and hair done, nice shoes, fitted shirts, showing up at places to be seen, etc. etc. etc. to just fit in and become an A-Lister in the Gay Scene.
Or you know, that’s reality a lot of Gays really do live by.
To fit in and have people notice you, you have to do all that. Botax, plastic surgery, tanning, spending so much money to live a lavish lifestyle for everyone to just admire and look up to.
No one cares about your shitty jackass personality, all they care and want is to like your Instagram photos of you shirtless and doing a selfie pose.
It’s been almost over 7 years since I’ve seen my grandmother. When I came to her house this week, grandmother would ask me, “Did you come to see me? Come eat with me. Stay home with me.”
When I go upstairs, she would ask, “Where are you?” When I would leave the house, she would tell me, “Stay home with me, don’t go outside, stay with me”.
Sometimes when I go to the room she use to sleep in, I would hear her voice, “Do you see me?”
To only reply back, “I see you”, is to see something I did not want to see.
So I reply back to her under my breathe in whispers, “I know of you and I acknowledge you”.
Her voice since then stopped…
I like vanilla.
I’ve never dated a white boy before.
I like Nicki Minaj.
I’m a terrible writer.
I like aggressive and demanding guys. Such a turn-on.
But too much, is like “Eh, I can do better”.
I’m really bad at math, that I won’t even add or subtract higher than 10.
I made orange juice this weekened.
I need to start dating men, not boys.