A Censored Fag

I'm loud, noisy, if there's a chance to be out and proud, I'll take it... And yet, the first time someone actually tries to censor me is not by any of this.

It was all because of my t-shirt.

A friend of mine invited me to hear him play at a public school, he was going to play some reinassance music to a bunch of 3rd to 5th graders.

As I was in a corner of the small auditorium, just sitting and waiting for the kids to show up when my friend comes up to me and tells me I need to change my shirt.

Excuse me? 

Apparently, the director of the small consort didn't think I was wearing something appopiate for kids to see and that I needed to change shirts or cover the caption. There was no way I could cover it, flip it? Something, anything, to cover it up. Luckily my friend had changed shirts for the presentation (just to look nicer) and I could use the one he wasn't wearing.

What did it say? "Love Sucks" and it had a broken heart right next to it.

The apple really doesn't fall that far from the tree

-This happened while I went grocery shopping with my mom-
Mom: Look, see that guy over there? He's really handsome.
Fag: What?... Oh, yeah... kind of, I don't really like what he's wearing.
Mom: He has a nice way of walking, I like his attitude.
Fag: Sure, but he's not dressed really well, is he?
Mom: Who cares? Why do you even want him with clothes?

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Quédate...

Te pedí que te quedaras, para que las lagrimas no pudiesen llegar.

It's the little things that matter.

It's the little things, a gentle touch, a calm kiss, him just grabbing your hand and holding it, and don't get me started on the cuddling... those small details are the ones that really, really let you know... how much in love you really are. For me, holding hands can, and has had as much, effect on my emotions as a kiss. I'm a romantic, can't help myself.

Remember the chocolate guy ? It all started because he didn't mind holding my hand in public. It may sound (it totally is) pathetic, but living in a small town has had it's effects, and finding a guy willing to hold my hand while walking in a park, a hell of a highlight in my life. A straight guy, small detail I didn't want to understand until he started dating a really good girl-friend of mine.

People have always told me that I'm a really loud fag, and that I don't care about what other "normal" people think. Which is totally true, I don't give a flying fuck what people think about who I am as a sexual being; but that doesn't mean I'm having hot-n-steamy gay sex in public, (not that I wouldn't want some hot-n-steamy gay sex, mind you) it means that if I want to hold hands with the guy I love, I will freaking do it no matter who is watching. That's all I ask, you know? I don't find it fair that every time I go out I see at least 2 or 3 straight couples almost having sex in a park (in broad daylight, no less), but two guys holding hands ? NO FREAKING WAY, the outrage! The shame!

WTF?