The Other Side Of Me

This Blog is a documentation, a day-to-day account of my coming out process. This is here so people can read, and see where i've made mistakes and where i've made progress, so that during their coming out they can attempt to avoid or emulate those things. It is also here, to show the struggle me and many others have faced, when coming to terms with our sexuality.

10/02/2004

Wanted: 1 Fag Hag, Good taste a plus, but not required.

Or drugs, lots and lots of drugs…

I have a BIG problem; It’s called, lack of balls. I know that I picked some up yesterday, but I keep misplacing them. My problem is that I have problems talking to people, when it comes to talking about myself (this blog is my attempt to end that). I guess I have an anxiety disorder, I must have something wrong with me; I could not even come out to people I’ve never met face to face before, for the longest time.

Its weird, I feel sick, very sick. Sometimes I get dizzy, and usually my hands shake (I’m talking shaking… badly). I start feeling either very cold or very hot.

So how am I ever going to find someone? Me passing out won’t make a good first impression (it might boost his ego though…). Therefore, I need a fag hag or lots of drugs.

A fag hag would be cool, but if I can't find one it’s drugs. So many drugs I don’t care how big an ass I make of myself, like when I drank all the tequila. I’ve never done drugs (never been interested either, except slightly for LSD – I don’t know why, but I want to see some weird shit that I’ve heard that you can see on LSD) I’ve always been worried that if I either got drunk or was high, I would come out. But I would rather have a fag hag...

...or better yet, I need someone to ask me out. (pfff! like that’s going to happen.)

*Stupid Late night Dating shows - Why do you insist on depressing me?*

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