a breakup outside gaytopia

Okay so, I’m not really getting how you’re not getting the whole "Don’t touch me" thing. Because for reals, dude. You see this little orb of universe I’m outlining right now is a no fly zone. This is my space. This is me not touching you not touching me. No, I’m not being ridiculous. No I will not go back in there with you. Don’t you get that I hate your friends? They are fucking... creepy. I mean I am having enough trouble coming to terms with this, I really don’t need a gaggle of lezzies in my face asking me personal questions about sex. I mean who in their right mind makes a finger-akin-to-a-dick joke more than thrice in a five minute conversation? Crazy people. The chicks you roll with honey are an obnoxious herd of dyke-a-saurus vagine-zillas and I’m the uncool douche bag in the corner being all "rookie gay" like I‘m embarrassing you. Fuck that noise. Frankly I would prefer falling face first into a pair of scissors before conforming to the unbelievable status you feel you have to hold yourself to. I mean... Who are you? You take me to these bullshit gay bars even though I hate it. Not because you’re actively trying to help me get comfortable but you’re just... You’re showing me off aren’t you, you cunt. Oh hey, look at you, Dr. Dyke and me, Mini Dyke in Training. How do you even look at yourself in a mirror? How do you and your Proud Clan of Clam-Lickers, as you are so brilliantly self-titled, even show your faces anywhere respectable? You don’t know the first thing about TOLERANCE. You’re too obsessed with flaunting your gay in everyone’s face to even-- I said don’t touch me. And I believe I said to you point blank earlier tonight that I was going come out when I’m ready, and you. You have to go and fucking joke about it to your posse. Like it’s nothing. You know, sometimes I wish I could just go back to high school and be pure again. Because I didn’t really know what gay was, I just kinda knew I had a soul mate. And I kinda know now that gender is a non-issue concerning love. And I kinda also know... that... that band you found on MySpace three weeks ago? You know the one you claim changed your whole perspective on life? Sucks my fat and hairy invisible dick, and so can you. Peace, bitch.