Sparky- Not to be a flaming, bitchy queen about this, but aren't you more, um, passive these days? I seem to remember a post about how beloved was doing more of the *Pounce! Rawr! Buttsecks!* now days. In any case, I'm always amused by the "OMG! The gays'll boink any orifice!!!11Eleventy-One!" types of homophobes. Especially, if they have that type of reaction because someone is preceived of as "t3H homo," without confirmation of any sort.
Being a bisexual guy, I remember that in high school, I used to have a bad crush that was a little too obvious for this very pretty, but assmonkey of a football player, despite me being in a relationship with a girl at the time. (Although, there wasn't anything much meant by it. I just liked to look at the pretty; anyone who was a good friend knew that. In fact, my ex-girlfriend AND his girlfriend-at-the-time would join me in visually licking him up and down, from across the field, during/right after football practice. Yeah, we were a bit weird.) So, it didn't take too much for the rumor to spread through out the school that I may suck on more than jellyranchers.
Before I knew it, every football player would cease any and all activity upon my appearance, whether it be in class, at lunch or in the hallways. (Which, was kind of nice, since I'd been teased mercilessly for being a dork for four years prior to that.) And it was even more evident when we had to change after practice (I did tennis as a sport)- [The lockerroom was divided in the middle by a very tall row of lockers, while each side was divided by a much, much shorter row of lockers.] Although there's only four rows of lockers, somehow the 100 or so football players would all squeeze into whichever two rows that I wasn't using and couldn't see, leaving plenty of room for the rest of us, which was only like 65 people total, max.
Now, the hilarious part was not that they were homophobic jerks, but they were avoiding the wrong person- Later on, during college, I met and had some fun with a guy who was actually a member of the football team at the time! Not to mention that, the boy was a strict top! Heh. Silly, silly homophobes. Putting up fences to avoid the wolfs, but not realizing that the badgers are already in your chicken coop.
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Date: 2006-08-07 03:50 pm (UTC)Not to be a flaming, bitchy queen about this, but aren't you more, um, passive these days? I seem to remember a post about how beloved was doing more of the *Pounce! Rawr! Buttsecks!* now days. In any case, I'm always amused by the "OMG! The gays'll boink any orifice!!!11Eleventy-One!" types of homophobes. Especially, if they have that type of reaction because someone is preceived of as "t3H homo," without confirmation of any sort.
Being a bisexual guy, I remember that in high school, I used to have a bad crush that was a little too obvious for this very pretty, but assmonkey of a football player, despite me being in a relationship with a girl at the time. (Although, there wasn't anything much meant by it. I just liked to look at the pretty; anyone who was a good friend knew that. In fact, my ex-girlfriend AND his girlfriend-at-the-time would join me in visually licking him up and down, from across the field, during/right after football practice. Yeah, we were a bit weird.) So, it didn't take too much for the rumor to spread through out the school that I may suck on more than jellyranchers.
Before I knew it, every football player would cease any and all activity upon my appearance, whether it be in class, at lunch or in the hallways. (Which, was kind of nice, since I'd been teased mercilessly for being a dork for four years prior to that.) And it was even more evident when we had to change after practice (I did tennis as a sport)- [The lockerroom was divided in the middle by a very tall row of lockers, while each side was divided by a much, much shorter row of lockers.] Although there's only four rows of lockers, somehow the 100 or so football players would all squeeze into whichever two rows that I wasn't using and couldn't see, leaving plenty of room for the rest of us, which was only like 65 people total, max.
Now, the hilarious part was not that they were homophobic jerks, but they were avoiding the wrong person- Later on, during college, I met and had some fun with a guy who was actually a member of the football team at the time! Not to mention that, the boy was a strict top! Heh. Silly, silly homophobes. Putting up fences to avoid the wolfs, but not realizing that the badgers are already in your chicken coop.