A tip to keep your partner hydrated:
Tell them you refuse to use fellatio until their pee is clear. Good for them, good for you when you go down.
I make fun of the “gay stories” a lot but today was a little different. I hit 24 hours awake.
I’m at work. Currently the bar is filled with the day crowd. A lot of veterans. And a huge mix of older people.
There’s a regular we’ll call Waz.
Today she found out I am gay. This is because today she was sober enough to register and remember for next time we talk.
Waz then told me about her gay friend she had back in the day, he was younger had a wife and ate dinner with her and her late husband plenty of times. It’s a decently stereotypical story where she tells him that it’s not a big deal. That she loved him for him, gay or not. Doesn’t change a thing.
But today it occurred to me. We’ve made fun of these people. The people like Waz.
“Yeah thanks for another story about your gay friends simply because I told you I’m gay”
Why? Why wouldn’t we take these stories that directly prove that…
IT DOES GET BETTER!
Let me elaborate; I work in the south. I’m in good ‘ol Georgia. This is the Bible Belt. This bar is super country. And every last person is accepting. Nobody here cares.
High school was even a breeze. The people that bullied me in middle school, came to me after I came out and said “I knew it, that’s why we picked on you, to get you out” and the torture stopped. High school was a breeze on that subject.
Looks like the rest of my life will be too.