I walked into the restroom like I normally do after the movie.
Sooner than later a faggoty old man walked in after me just as
I approached the urinal. He was making some sort of sounds in a
casual way like huh, and hmmm, like he thought something was
interesting and let out a controlled chuckle. He was sighing as well
on his way to the toilet down the row of urinals. It felt heavily like
he was applying the brother up routine as an old faggoty man. Even
if he was not a faggoty fany pack type of man, I would not brother up.
I don't do the initiation routine and pay ten dollars to be a friend. I'm not
a dumbass…usually. Ever since I've been on my own at eighteen I've had
goddamned people taking their fallacious views of command to look for me
to have to waste my fuck bucks on them and pay attention to what they're about
and waste my energy to tell them to fuck off. This incident set the whole tone for
the restraunt I was in later. I'm not a homophobic, but I do goddamned despise
queers. I'm not one myself, and I don't support their trend to gift a fuck, Jesus
doesn't love everyone, and I don't want to support them because Ii actually have
values I care about., and I'm not fucking desperate, and nobody is born a faggot.
You become one when you suck enough dick and gift enough hand jobs. Even fat
obese women and ill health women I don't want sucking my cock or gifting me a
hand job. I say no. At the restraint I found myself utterly repulsed by a homosexual
host, utterly hoping he was not giving us the seat, irritated for man poser #2 that night. I've
gotten my intake of social scenery to be very quick and minimal, and I can tell attractive women
and not in like 2 seconds. I keep general tabs. I don't have utter requirements for tight asses and
good boobs. But I have basic preferences for proportionate, and I am not looking for a goddamned
blowjob everywhere I go,, I'm at a restraunt and they’re hostesses, this whole cunnundrum I have gotten
into because my mind has been totally fucked with over time, not by being refused, but because of the immature
cocksucker assumptive practices about where I fit in and the brother up attitudes that say I have no chance in
getting laid and I'm a chomo routine, when they’re the goddamned pedophiles. I feel often like I'm headed toward
the point when I'm like drew carry in the movie where he goes postal because of living too much in my goddamned
head as an introvert empath. Whatever the case, my shit festered ramblings are done for today, and it's just another day at that.
