so when i played the first “last of us“,
i got lost in that story.
i had just transitioned from an xbox 360 to ps4 and it was my first game.
that game had me up nights on end playing.
it made me cry,
scared tf outta me,
and actually challenged me to be a better player.
so you know i was excited af for “last of us 2“.
so the other morning,
i woke up pretty happy.
i made the foxhole confessions twitter,
which led to got a few hot confessions.
i love keeping the foxhole engaged so this seemed like a great idea.
i went to the email to check to see how much confessions i got.
there was a few that i posted,
but then i saw one titled:
My Faggot confession
and it read like this…
we have so many folks who pass through our lives.
there will be some for a second,
others can stick around for a few minutes,
and the rest will stay for hours.
we maybe attracted to a few of those who cum in and out.
i tried not to be nasty with that part.
this leads me to a question for the foxhole…
i could sit here and font about a male.
pick any male.
once i font about him,
he’s instantly in google.
i could font about all his career aspirations,
how fine af he is,
and guess what?
some of them still won’t respect me because i’m gay.
being gay to some is lower than being a criminal.
it use to bug me,
but now i realize:
I got something out of it just as much as they did
i changed my perspective so it doesn’t bother me as much.
i’ve become a lot more selfish with what i gaf about.
one of my foxholers hit me up in dms about an encounter on POF…
i said i wanted this to be my last job.
i wanted this to the last corporate “anything” i worked at.
God clearly had other plans for me.
so i’ve been at my wits end with my job.
it has gotten so bad foxhole.
my spirit has usually been at home,
while i bawdy has been at work.
i’m clearly on airplane mode there.
you know what’s funny?
i asked someone the other day:
“can you bring a gun on the train?”
not that i was,
but i wanted to know how safe were we on the mta.
that’s new yawk’s train system.
well they responded a shocking “yes”.
so those metal things i go through aren’t detecting weapons?
well a f-bi sent me this article today of more homophobic drama in new yawk.
it’s on the c train in brooklawn via the ny daily news…
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