Got drunk last night at Bliss/Rebar and ended up yelling at a gay dude trying to out me.
Dude, I'm already out. This is me.
And it took me a while to get here, by the way, comfortable in my own skin, coalesced into a mature adult male (well, for the most part, anyway) who as it just so happens… is straight.
Who effing cares, right? But here's the thing...
When I don't want to follow you into the bathroom and make out with you, can you please just deal with it?
(didn't judge, just said no thanks)
So masking your embarassment by flipping things around - making a point to tell my girl, vehemently, it was I who made the proposition...
Seriously, dude? What a sh*tty thing to do.
And for those of you going, "methinks he doth protest too much," take a breath.
If it had been a woman trying to spread the same malicious bullish*t, it wouldn't be a question of my sexuality, just her deceit.
So how 'bout you put the gay card you pulled back in the deck and just own up to being a sh*tty person?
Oh, and speaking of proposals…
Eh, maybe I'll let the smoke clear a bit before launching into that next topic.