Woe #1: Finding your place
I feel like a reset button has been hit. In highschool. I kinda knew where I fit in among the jocks, and nerds, and goths, and blondies. And, I didn’t.
Its kinda odd really. These days, society seems to be very tolerant of us raging homosexuals, however, we’re still kept at an arms distance. Maybe I should have waited to come out. I don’t know. I think my room mates are wary. Or maybe its just me? It’s hard to say. Right now they’re in the other room drinking (which I can’t do anyways cause of the meds I’m taking… a story for another time). I was not invited. Haha. Shit. Am I that dull?
Or is it because I like peen?
Its hard to say. Fuck the world.
On the other hand, the rainbow house (another dorm about a mile away consisting of other like-minded, raging homosexuals) is so much more accepting. I like them a lot… but my main concern is that I’ll be labeled strictly as rainbow house. Which isn’t bad per say… But I kinda don’t really fit in with them either. Too straight to fit with the fags, and too faggy to fit with the straights. Haha. Fuck it.
It ain’t easy being beezy.
