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Say It To My Face You Coward

As you know I live in Philly. At least once a week, me and my boyfriend go to a card shop to play Magic: The Gathering down near South Street. If you don’t know what South Street is... It’s a really artsy kind of place. Many music shops, food, “sex-stores” and right by fabric row which sells many different fabrics if the name didn’t give it away.

Anyways....... It’s the only place I’ve been yelled names at. 

One time, I was holding hands with my boyfriend when someone driving by yelled “Queer!” at us. Not like a “You go queers”, kind of way, like the derogatory way. Another time I was carrying my bag of Magic: The Gathering cards which my boyfriend got for me. I mean, it is kind of gay. It’s pink with cartoon eggs and bacon on it which is cute. Again, someone driving by yelled out their window. This time yelling “Pussy”. 

I do not have that many stereotypical “gay-traits”. Anytime I tell someone, they don’t believe me or they say they would have never known. It makes for some awkward moments but I’m fine with that. I never get yelled at or anything except for those times. That’s why it has kind of made an impact on me. Near South Street, a pretty open area, and in Philly which is a pretty accepting city.

It just makes me wonder, what’s the point? Who the hell goes around yelling at random people? Does it make them feel better? I’d especially like someone to say it to my face rather than driving by in their car. Like, how cowardly could you be. Scared of a little-fag kicking your ass? I don’t know, just kind of irked me and made me feel uncomfortable/angry at the time.

Dumbass losers

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2 dudes, 1 gay bar

Here we are. On the home stretch to my 22nd birthday. This last year has been amazing! I was exposed to a world I was too afraid to be a part of for so long. I met my first boyfriend last year and we hit our 1 year not too long ago.

And that leaves us here. I recently reignited a friendship with one of my best friends. We’ve been friends since we were 14 but started drifting away around 20. He was the first person I came out to (not because I had fallen for him secretly and was hoping he would be gay too..... totallyyyy not that), he’s the first person that knew about me going out with guys. I could finally be open with him. 

Before knowing I was gay, he was a little homophobic. He doesn’t have a problem with gay guys, just being around them... And “flamers”, he still is really uncomfortable around them. But after awhile, he got used to it. One of our other friends who moved to India came back for a month and we decided to get the gang back together and go out. Funny thing about that group. 2 out of 4 came out as gay. So, me and the other gay wanted to do something fun, something interesting. We suggested the gay bars in Philly. They were really resilient at first but we knew they wouldn’t wanna stay around our boring town. After arguing for a good amount of time and walking around the mall reminiscing being bored and walking around the mall in high school, they finally agreed. The agreement was we go to one gay bar for 30 minutes, then we go to a “straight” bar. 

Sure I thought why not. I was the only one that knew my way around the city so I was the leader... and unfortunately the DD. So I take them to the first bar. I’d like to say I didn’t take them to any overtly gay bars (lookin’ at you Bike Stop, you know I love you though), so it didn’t feel any different from any other bar. After the 30 minutes were up they wanted to go somewhere else so I took them to another gay bar, obviously cause I wasn’t letting them off the hook that easy. They had a great time there. They talked to other people and really got into it. After staying there for a while and having to drag my one friend off the stage that was being occupied by a hefty drag-queen, we made are way home. That concluded their first gay bar’s adventure.

Back to present day... I’m trying to get my best friend to come with my boyfriend and I to the Gayborhood for the night. He enjoyed himself before so I thought, “why would he say no”. Now he’s using the “I already been to them once and that was the deal, I don’t have to go again”. I don’t know what to say to him to get him to come. I don’t know if he’s uncomfortable.. if his sexuality is threatened.. not enough girls? Who knows, I thought he’d give a little and just come, get drunk and have fun. But apparently not. I’ve been to Hooter’s with him countless times. Strip-clubs? Ok, not there, thank god. What’s worse than a gay guy in a straight-strip club? A gay guy getting a lap dance paid by him which I know would happen. 

End Rant

I just wish he would put aside his insecurity for once.

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Some cool, “gay” pin-up tattoos

https://www.instagram.com/bigboypinups/?hl=en

Ha! And you thought I wouldn’t be back. Jokes on you because that first post was only a couple minutes ago. Technically it still counts! Anyways...

I just wanted to post this on here because I didn’t want to forget it. You all know those vintage pin-up style tattoos that a lot of straight guys get. Well... Here’s that... but with guys! I love it and just thought I’d share

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Well... Here we go again.

Guess who’s back.

Apparently me. My mind is so persistent at making me start new hobbies. If I know anything about myself, this will be over in about two weeks. But that’s besides the point! I’ve tried keeping journals, diaries, random scraps of paper with whatever the hell I want on them and throwing them in a box, but I always lose interest after awhile. Which I’m not surprised about. I like starting a new hobby, getting decent at it, then dropping it. Personally, I don’t like it, but unconsciously, it happens. So here we are again. Allow me to re-introduce myself.

I’m Colin. I’m 21 going on 22 soon. I like to say I live part-time with my boyfriend and part time at home because I basically live with him. I have one more year of college then I’m done and getting the hell out of Philly. I love Philly, I just need something new. I feel like a rock that no ones decided to skip across the pond. So when I’m done, I’m gonna give myself a mighty kick and see where it lands. I already have a few ideas but that’s still a bit off. 

So that’s me. The plan is to use this blog to document stuff (stories, life events, rants, drawings, plan for world domination, etc...) Hopefully you’ll be seeing me soon :p