It's no fun being gay.

It's ok being gay, just that life will tend to be a little bit tiring. People want to snoop if you are or arent, people love to gossip about it and people just will not leave you alone. I'm already trying my best to be as normal as i possibly can, at least to the public eye, and this thing is like a docile mentally ill sibling you love, but best not annouce to the world. Now appearing to be normal to the world is not a shameful thing at all, it merely protects oneself from all the retarded imbeciles who love to strut their 'holier-than-thou' egos about just to feel secure. I do not need the scrutiny of society to know or accept who I am, let alone seeking it's approval or condemnation. I'm gay. so what? Even if i am straight i'll probably still be this strange. I'll probably still will be a hermit, i'll probably still despise mankind and i'll probably still protray this image of prefect normal-ness. I'll still dress nice, but not too nice, just enough to bend in. I'll still say 'please' and 'thank you' to people who were brought up in cages and without manners, I'll still pretend that the shrieking baby is so fucking cute and i'll still pretend to care while listening to them speak.

Just that being gay put one in very awkard situtations when 'leave me alone' translates to 'i'm gay and i hate myself' to bored-and-living-too-long-a-life bloodbags and one cant blow one's cover by explaining how much i really do not care if your head were to suddenly explode in front of me. I'll probably be more concern about the blood staining my shirt cos then washing them would really be a drag.