Mar 04, 2010 6:49 AM GMT
I've spent so much of my life worrying about what I looked like. I finally had the last straw. See the picture above. lol.
I was at some fancy jean store looking at expensive jeans earlier today. I was hoping that I'd find something that made me look good. Being 5'2 and having a 29 inch waste showed me I'd never find a something that made me look awesome unless I got it tailor made. I had to find that shit in my self.
I don't own expensive clothes. My jeans cost 15 bucks on clearance. I was only there because I hated myself. All of me friends and I are going to a club opening tomorrow and I'll be the only one without a new outfit.
I'm done feeling bad because I don't fit in with the gay community. I don't piss money away on expensive jeans. I don't want to own the latest designer shirts. I love woot.shirt.com where they sell funny t shirts for 10 bucks.
I love punk music. I want to bang my head and bleed when I listen to music, not dance.
I want to watch guys beet the shit out of each other in an octagon, not dance on ice.
I want movies that fuck my mind up and leave me feeling like I've been murdered, not a cheesy romance.
And I want the moments when I do act gay not to define me. I love making an ass of myself dancing at 2 AM, but don't expect me to actually like the music. And don't demand I spend 200 bucks on jeans.
And when I talk about my interests while being completely open to yours, don't make fun of me while I'm standing there with the drink I just bought you in your hand because you're too drunk to understand how far noise travels. Don't make wagers with your friend how many drinks you can get out of me before I realize you're not interested while I'M STILL STANDING THERE. And don't make fun of me being short.
That really hurt tonight.
This was a wake up call tonight. I'm done being awkward and shy. Face pics are coming to my profile soon. I'm done hiding. I'm better than most.