the straights are funny.
they think that because you might enjoy a cock-scicle on occasion,
that you are automatically registered to attend every gay event.
its crazy how they think every gay is the same.
i guess sort of like how a majority of whites think blacks look alike?
there are levels to this shit.
work wolf thought that was the case with me.
i had to let him know which level i was on today…
so i know what you’re thinking:
“i thought jamari was ignoring everyone?”
for your information i still am.
work wolf is a different beast tho.
he will literally blow up my phone and come by my desk.
plus i did want to speak to him today.
its hard to ignore this one.
so during our usual convo,
which i will admit i was a little cold,
he randomly asks me:
“the gay parade was yesterday.
“oh i figured u went”
“because i am gay?”
“thats definitely not my scene.”
“whats your scene?”
“i usually chill with masculine dudes.
usually gay or bi,
but they tend to be discreet or dl.
i don’t really get along with queens.
i’m also very private and i expect who i hang with to be the same.”
“there are also different levels to being gay or bi.
some people are out of the closet.
others are discreet.
and then there are those who are dl or in the closet.”
“sorry if i’m going into too much detail.
i know how the straights get when it comes to the gay world.”
“nah its cool j.
so after a nice long silence,
which lasted 20 minutes,
then he goes:
“people were askin me if i went to it today”
“i don’t know”
i kept the convo with him rather brief today.
i had work to do,
plus i wanted to still keep my distance.
he hits me with this later on during the day:
“want to go to a happy hour thursday?”
the building is closed friday for the holiday weekend.
after another long silence:
“if i get drunk,
you gonna call me a cab?”
here we go.