In this journal, I'm going to be bitchy. Maybe catty even. But most likely just bitchy, because I have to get a few things out of my system.
1)Playing guitar, getting stoned, and singing about peace will not bring peace. It's a nice sentiment, but the fact remains that you are not doing shit to make the world a better place.
2)If you are pale, you will look stupid in a white tuxedo. It's not racism, it's color theory.
3)The term "straight acting" does not say anything about you other than that you seem to be confused about what the term "straight" means; I doubt you can remain straight acting if you're taking it in the ass. I doesn't matter if you have stubble, plaid shirts and hunt elk; that's still pretty gay.
4)I don't dislike your boyfriend because of jealousy. I dislike him because he's a douche-bag.
I joined the website Gay.com, even though I don't plan on dating, at least from the internet. I joined because I was interested if there where any local gays I know. I figured I'll know at least one.
As it turns out, I do.
Hello, Mr. Middle-school-librarian. I don't want to know why some of your photos are marked "private". I just want to regurgitate.