Anonymous asked: Hello there, I am a new follower and it has come to my attention that you are a faggot, now I am a christian and believe in loving everybody, but i do fear that your lifestyle is damaging and will result in you and your soul burning in hell for eternity. have you ever thought about changing your lifestyle in order for the greater good? sodomites are defiling the world we live in. i am trying to be a good friend here, please consider heterosexuality you are a lovely person its a shame to waste it
oh no, its the anti-gay KKK somebody call the police, there be a faggot on the internet.
First of all, hello “new follower” thank you for rubbing your religion in my face, obviously as a new follower, you do not realize that I do not believe in religion, but believe in every person living their life as they feel. therefore everything you have said has gone in one ear and out the other, although I find you quite offensive, so rather than wrap it up there, I’d like to have a little fun with this one.
firstly starting by calling me a faggot is not the best way to go about things, that’s like going up to someone with coloured skin and going “it’s come to my attention that you’re a nigger” you just don’t do that.
and then to say that “your lifestyle is damaging” - Damaging to what, the o-zone layer, seriously come on, you say being gay has some kind of damaging effect on the world? you don’t see gay’s blowing each other up, unless it’s in the bedroom ;) that’s such a crock of shit it’s unreal.
Then you go on to say my soul will burn in hell for eternity, I’ve said this before hell sounds fucking beautiful, it’s hot all year around, so hello 365 day tanning, and if all the gay boys are going down it’s gonna be party central, fuck getting wings and living on clouds or whatever the fuck you think happens, I’ve been skydiving, I’ve been through clouds, and they are cold and wet and they taste funky. I’d choose hell any day of the week.
I’d never choose to go down on a girl, what’s the fun in that? At least being with a guy you know if they’re clean, and there’s a lot more to play with, then again you’re probably a virgin and have never seen a penis so you can’t appreciate where I’m coming from, but believe me, they are fucking fantastic, way better than what’s between a girls legs believe me.
& then on with the defiling of the world or whatever the fuck that means, if were defiling it, stop passing gay laws, or maybe bring it up with all the gay members of the church, I don’t see you or anyone like you going up to gay bishops and being like “lick pussy and you will be saved” get a grip.
I am a lovely person, and I’m not going to waste believe me, I have an amazing boyfriend, an amazing sex life and I will always choose a nice piece of meat over something that looks like its been out in the sun too long.
ps. don’t need friends like you, with your god squad attitude, you wouldn’t be able to cope with what comes out of my mouth, or what goes in xoxoxoxox
take care. think of me in your prayers going down on a boy.
oh it’s just the stuff of nightmares isn’t it ;)
go bible bash somewhere else.
do facebook delete unactive accounts, I really hope not. I just find that whenever i’m really down I find myself messaging my auntie who died last august, just to get things off my chest, I don’t know what I would do if they deleted her account. Idk. It’s probably stupid, but it’s the only “physical” thing left I have to contact her or whatever.
stupid rant sorry.
So, I have had numerous people, mainly hiding behind the anon button asking how I “get over people calling me fat”. Normally I’ll come back with some witty remark brushing it off, because I have gone way past the point of caring about it now.
I grew up as a big kid, and I don’t mean puppy fat, I mean when I was 9/10 years old, I was in sizes meant for 16 year olds, I was bullied constantly and on top of that being a closeted gay really helped out with things.
When I was around 10 my sister was diagnosed with bullimia nervosa, she was already a stick so it was weird the contrast between us both, so as I grew up around 16 I followed her advice about spewing up and not eating, i’m not proud of it, it’s not healthy and I don’t push that on anyone, I then just stopped eating shit, exercised and dropped 6 inches off my waist, but now I still carry a little bit of timber on top, i’m never gonna be ripped, or have a flat stomach, and no matter how often I go to the gym i’m never gonna look like half the people I post on my blog, and recently alot of pro-ano blogs have followed me, and it’s just disgusting that these girls (and some guys) have blogs and supporters giving tips on how to hide the smell of vomit, good ways to purge and posting photos from a healthy weight labelling it as fat, shit if I was a 30 inch waist i’d be over the moon, I mean i’m only a 32 but people are constantly striving to get smaller and i’m sorry it’s disgusting how your using this kind of site to promote eating disorders, and the anon abuse people get calling people fat, ugly, telling them to go kill themselves, put the cakes down, it’s no wonder so many teens are killing themselves or going to extreme measures to lose weight, and the “topless tuesdays” giving those with shit self-esteem another reason to stick their fingers down their throat when they upload one to get shit like “omg fatty” commented back.
I really don’t get what ideals people have about how someone else should look, I mean i’m a bit overweight, I have body issues, I won’t do a topless photo because honestly I hate my body shape, neck to waist i’m not a fan the rest I love, but seriously, the shit people get on this site is ridiculous.
If you can get by in life by putting people down who are bigger, wider, taller, shorter it’s no wonder so many people are depressed about themselves, so honestly. When i get all the anon shit saying “wheyyy fatty” “fat cunt” and all the fugly shit, obviously it does get me down, but having it all from such a young age i’ve become used to it so I can brush it off, but i’m also young enough to be able to turn it around, if you have body issues work with them, you are in control of your body, if you want to have a fuller figure be proud of it, if you want to shed a couple pounds, do it the right way.
The best advice I can give about people calling you fat on an anon button is to just reply “more cushion for the pushin” because honestly, having sex with someone with bones sticking out is not gonna be very comfortable, and I would choose someone with something to grab onto over a ribcage any day.
& to all those who are like “I want collar bones like they do on tumblr” chances are they are just shrugging their shoulders and protruding their neck, try it cause bam there are your collar bones. Don’t let anyone on a site get you down, because chances are your not gonna meet them and another chance is that they are just as fucked up as you may feel.
I’m not a size 0, and i’m happy as fuck in my skin for now, if I want to change, that’s why they invented gyms and swimming pools.
This is all mixed up but you get the point. If I get called fat, I can just say “I was so much bigger than this” You can change your appearance but you cannot change an ugly personality.
So, most people who have these coming out stories have these beautiful little “we sat down over dinner, my mum cried, my dad sat there smiled and told me it was okay and we all hugged it out”
In my case far from it.
I was just turning 16, and had like a secret boyfriend who I would go and see, we’d spend the weekends at our friends house because neither of us were out, anyway. when we broke up, he was a little bit of a dick (I thought so then anyway)
and he emailed my family on myspace, because you know thats what our lives revolved around back then. So yeah, he emailed my cousins, my brother etc telling them that on the weekends I wouldn’t be partying, we were more than friends and then just like that the majority of my family found out.
Although my mum got the nice little photographic proof on her computer, I don’t even know how but there was a photo of us kissing on her pc, and at that point I really wasn’t ready to come out, was still completely new to the idea, so I tried lying and lying my way out of it, but then my stepmum rang the same evening saying like Joe’s gay isn’t he. so then I kinda had to come to terms that I’d not get to tell people when I was ready, and it was difficult at home for a while, whereas all my brothers and etc who lived in Exmouth with my stepmum loved it.
My little sister whos still in contact with my dad dropped me in it and told him a few months back, and baring in mind my dads homophobic, racist and probably a member of the KKK from the way he acts about diversity I wasn’t expecting a loving father son moment, anyway. his response to my sister outing me was that he was gonna “come down and smack the straight into me” ;)
The 2 people i was most scared of telling where my grandparents, I grew up with them for most of my life because my mum being a single parent worked around the clock, and my grandad would always shout puff at dale winton and graham norton on tv, so my mum gave me an ultimatum i think last year or the year before to tell them, but i broke down and couldnt, i didnt wanna think of my nan seeing me as anything different, then my mum took me to one side and told me the day she found that photo and got that phone call she told my nan and grandad. so we fell out over that because it wasn’t her place to tell them but then to lie about it and tell them and make me have to fess up. i dont know, my family is a bit of a mess about accepting the new.
Just before I came out officially, I was walking home after a few drinks at our local social club with a few friends from home, the social was the place anyone under 18 could get served because they were all about the money, anyway as we were walking home we bumped into a few kids in the year above and below, they were all a bit aggro towards us, throwing the usual homo-abuse around and myself and Jamie (who we all thought was gay too but isn’t) weren’t the type of guys to want to get into a fight, so we just brushed it off and walked, the next thing we knew I’d been punched to the floor, and getting kicked and Jamie followed, he got a broken nose and I chipped a bone in my cheek from hitting the floor,that was the first and last time anything physical happened.
I came out to everyone properly towards the end of year 11 just before our gcse’s, but people where I live aren’t the most accepting, got ripped into day in day out, even at work i’d have people coming up to me calling me a faggot, shit stabber, it came to blows when an old woman came to my till and was like “I don’t want to be served by a fruit, get me somebody else” so pretty sure that’s when the who the fuck do you think you are part of my brain kicked in. So I walked from my school and joined another college, and stuck at my job until people realised I wasn’t going.
I know it’s a bit of a clash of stories, quitting school for being bullied, but staying on at my job, but whatever, moving to a new college was the best thing I ever did, there were already out gays at that school and sixth form, so it was nothing new to them when I just turned up in september.
& since then I’ve always been 100% open to who I am, and I get fag jokes thrown at me all the time, but i’ve gone past the stage of getting upset by it, i mean my 4 year old nephew alex when he went into year 1 I took him in on his first day with my sister, and they had to introduce who they came with, and he told everyone “This is my uncle Joe and he kisses boys” I don’t get how if a 4 year old can accept that i’m gay, that maybe a third of the people I meet can’t. Then again british society, particularly in the southwest where i’m from arent the most accepting of people, they have the lowest rate of coloured/mixed race/muslin&other religious people living there in the entire uk.
so this has been a proper scrambled message, I apologise for that.
I never know what I put down or what I didn’t put down, but if you need to talk to someone who had a pretty shitty coming out time, i’m your go to. it’s the worst feeling when something so important is out of your hands and control, but looking back he did me the biggest favour in the world, because I don’t know right now if I would be sitting here today openly gay if it hadn’t been for him.