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*Just realized that I have two followers and ONLY two followers* Fuck.
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A few years back…about five years ago, when I first was bumped down from high middle class to absolutely flat ass broke and homeless, I thought it was the end of the world until one morning when I was having a horrible attitude, a homeless man with nothing but a shopping cart came up to me and smiled while saying, “Good morning.” That made me think about what I care about. That man was happy yet he had nothing…literally NOTHING! I then slapped myself for feeling bad for myself and reached the realization that you must keep a positive attitude about your situation to be able to make something out of it. Just because you think it’s the end of the world for you, think about this thought; it could be worse. Live life without regrets, instead of regrets you should learn from those mistakes and moments for later on in life. Everyday, think about what happened to you and tell yourself, “I survived and I thrived.” Don’t throw pity parties for yourself and don’t expect others to throw one for you. Live and learn.
A few years back…about five years ago, when I first was bumped down from high middle class to absolutely flat ass broke and homeless, I thought it was the end of the world until one morning when I was having a horrible attitude, a homeless man with nothing but a shopping cart came up to me and smiled while saying, “Good morning.” That made me think about what I care about. That man was happy yet he had nothing…literally NOTHING! I then slapped myself for feeling bad for myself and reached the realization that you must keep a positive attitude about your situation to be able to make something out of it. Just because you think it’s the end of the world for you, think about this thought; it could be worse. Live life without regrets, instead of regrets you should learn from those mistakes and moments for later on in life. Everyday, think about what happened to you and tell yourself, “I survived and I thrived.” Don’t throw pity parties for yourself and don’t expect others to throw one for you. Live and learn.
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Tingling nearly everytime I think about you breathing hard down my neck and my head starts spinning because what happened blew my mind….yup.
Tingling nearly everytime I think about you breathing hard down my neck and my head starts spinning because what happened blew my mind….yup.
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When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’ blood-and-confetti:
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God bless drag queens.
HALLELUJAH!
I feel as if a heartwarming story has just smacked me in the face :)
(Source: b-random, via trymyinterests)
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
God bless drag queens.
HALLELUJAH!
I feel as if a heartwarming story has just smacked me in the face :)
(Source: b-random, via trymyinterests)
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