age: 27 (Dec 12, 1984)
MEMBER SINCE: September 2007
occupation: Writer
fantasy: there are too many to even list on here, lets just say I have a vivid imagination
gets me hot: cute girls, when a girl looks into my eyes, intelligence, and a wit that is sharper than my own
i lost my virginity: On a cold winter day many years ago
body mods: as of right now I'm as natural as they come. that may change in the future
makes me sad: waking up alone, the end of Return of the Jedi (yes I know I'm a nerd),
into: staying up to the whee hours of the morning talking with friends, grabbing excessive amounts of coffee on a daily basis, taking something out of nothing and enjoying it to the fullest
stats: 6'5'' White and Nerdy
crush: If she is out there then I am not aware of it.
makes me happy: sleep, a pretty woman making me laugh, intelligence, and kitties
I have no idea what it is about Sundays that make me feel like I have to look deep within myself and ponder my life, it's failings and what I need to do to get out of my current situation, but needless to say... I hate it. The funny thing is that this day was starting out alright. I had to run to the bookstore and Best Buy this afternoon, and since it was 50 degrees (and the fact that I still don't have a car), I decided to walk the mile down the road to both of these places to conduct business. Jimmy Eat World's "Futures" accompanied me on my walk which made things even better. Until...
I get to a stoplight and pull out my iPhone to change the track only to hear "faggot" screamed out of a window as this car drives by me. Now this isn't the first time that I have heard this term under these conditions, but it has been probably a few years since the last encounter that I can recall. At first I had to take a moment to just push it down and collect myself. Then I was fine, and I continued on my way. I got to both places and took care of what I needed to do without incident. On the way home I was just walking down the street and again someone, in a completely different vehicle mind you, shouts "you faggot" and laughs really loud as they drive by.
Let me be perfectly clear about something, I am not gay nor do I hate/am scared/or am offended by those that are homosexual. I have many gay friends that are on and are off this site.
This time I stopped dead in my tracks and just stood there for probably a good minute or two. The heavy flow of Sunday track flew past me, and all I could do in those few brief moments, was try to figure out why someone... some persons, would have any reason to call me a faggot. Is it because I am walking? The iPhone music? My black coat? Glasses? I was literally trying to figure this out because once is a coincidence but twice in the same afternoon? There's more to it than...































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