The Thursday night before New Years marked my first clubbing experience: Icon Ultra Lounge in LA. woooo0o0o0o00oo. So Wilber and I were doing our thang on the dance floor … until all of a sudden this Asian guy in a stupid fedora comes along and elbows me in the back even though there is plenty of space and starts giggling like a little girl to his friend. I turn around and ask him what the fuck his problem is and his friend tries to keep me off of him. Of course, they were two big, 21+ guys and I’m this puny gay boy who can’t really do anything. Wilber pulls me away and as much as I hated it, I guess this was one of those things that I just had to let go.
So here’s a big “fuck you” to that guy I met at the club. It’s because of people like you that I drive so aggressively, it’s because of people like you that I was bullied when I was a kid, and it’s because of people like you that I’m still even getting bullied today. wtf
I don’t like getting stepped on. There are some people in this world who think they can do whatever they want to whomever they want with no worry, but as soft-spoken as I may be, I promise you that they won’t be taking advantage of me.
