Half-chub.

I'm no longer Brian.

I am the physical incarnation of the concept of badass.

Call me, , Because there is no words to describe my awesome-ness. My greatness extends to the heavens and beyond!

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Ok, went back to the Playmor again... It started off bad. I met a couple people from the center, and all was going well, then he came... a drunk ass heterosexual. Out of the whole gay bar, he had to bring his drunk ass self to our table and preach 'the good word'. He told us that his BI sister took off and now he can't find her (I fully understand her actions), he was also cut off from the bar because he was too drunk. And get this, he is Indian (native American) but he was totally ripping on them. They all need to grow up... blaw blaw, and how they need to find Jesus (really his drunk ass was preaching in a bar); basically i wasn't paying any attention to him, just caught a few things in the beginning and some stuff in-between. He was going on about smoking pot and shit, and somehow, one of the gals from the center ended up in his truck. We don't really know what was going on, but the other 3 people from the center were worried. They said that this wasn't like her, and that guy was hitting on every gal in the place. So one of the guys went to look for her, then after awhile he came back, couldn't find her. Then after a bit after that, she came back. By this time the other gal in the group was pissed beyond belief and had one of the guys take her home. Then after awhile he came back, and they stayed for an hour or so, then they all left. I stayed.

Johnnie, was working, and he also introduced me to a couple new people. A really nice, male and female (biological both! i know! What is the world coming to?), married couple. They own part of the bar i think, and we all watched some more of the drag show. Around 1:30 they were going to leave, but just before that, the woman leaned in and asked:

"Can i ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Are you gay?"

My GOD! WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? I need a tattoo that says 'gay' on my forehead.

"Yes, i am."

"Are you in a relationship?"

"No, I just came out not to long ago, so no"

*SMILES*: "You should meet my son."

Really, that is something else.

"..."

"He lives near the Kansas/Oklahoma border, he comes down here once every month; you should be here on the first Saturday of may"

JESUS! His mom is badass! Almost equal to my badassness! I mean, lord o' mighty, she was badass. Then she bought us all shots. So lets go down the list: Co-owner of a gay bar, fag hag for her own son, and buys everyone drinks... BAD-FUCKING-ASS! Then to put the cherry on top, her Birthday is on New Years. Yep, i was at her birthday party; the first time i went to the playmor. That was fun. I got to also meet Helga, the queen bitch of the universe; awesome. Then the good stuff happened just before i left...

Again, with the touching. But it was different. Usually i'm nervous as hell, still was this time, just not as much... I had a half-chub. :-D

Yep, i said it. Usually i'm 'deadwood' because i'm so nervous. And that is what is called, sharing too much information. If he had keep going, god only know what would have happened... but his hand did get lower... closer to my ass... Thank you JESUS!