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.’
drag queens are so baddass jfc
Drag queens ftw
Wow… Just, wow…
I know its time to walk away. There’s nothing left. I love you,I really do,but things will never get better. We will never be on the same page. You will always lie. You always say ” the sooner you realize that you can’t control other people, the better. You can only control yourself” youre right,I’ve tried to make you love me,I’ve tried to make you want to be with me,and its not going to work…I just don’t know why I can’t be strong enough to walk away from you. All you do is hurt me. You even said it yesterday,you don’t care if we are together or not,you have no plans of a future with me… So why can I still not just walk away.
What am I doing…I hate my life.the harder I try,the worse it gets. I just want it to end.
Four-Year-Olds Shouldn’t Have Bucket Lists