End of Days

[WOTR]

I read it and am totally skeptical. Figure he is messing with us as I am confident he was one of those National Honor Society/Student Council types. Strutting around the halls with his nose in the air like a dehydrated Mussolini and deeply embedded in the smart chick clique because he was harmless. Now I could make a post about my High School woes that would be grounded in reality but who would care?

Do you actually think so? I don't know why. Despite my jaded self- I tend to believe him...

Well, one day the stupid virus will be over and I will be out west. I will cross the boarder and spot him at one of the riots mostly peaceful protests that I plan on attending...

*There was actually one person from another forum who I met. I was going through Ohio, and she was available to grab a bite. There would have been two others (ironically, gay men in DC), but it just never worked out. Am I an idiot / reckless? I also would have driven to meet one of the BG members when he was in western Canada- but timing and location were not possible.

[Mohammed Azharruddin]

Am I an idiot?

Hmm (scratches chin thoughtfully). If you need any help coming to a conclusion I'm here for you, babycakes.

[WOTR]

Hmm (scratches chin thoughtfully). If you need any help coming to a conclusion I'm here for you, babycakes.

Go ahead. No need to hide it behind that rather threadbare veil...

[Mohammed Azharruddin]

Go ahead. No need to hide it behind that rather threadbare veil...

Ugh! Now I'm getting horrific mental images of K_Dubb prancing around like Salome in front of an extremely reluctant Herod.

[Starr Mountain]

Ugh! Now I'm getting horrific mental images of K_Dubb prancing around like Salome in front of an extremely reluctant Herod.

That's just like you, MoAz.  Now that image is prancing around in me head, too.   Bless you, considering it's K_Dubb . . . mmmmm.  Sweet dreams for me tonight.

[Covid Kat]

[WOTR]

No, papi is just normal.  Here, I will tell you a story:

When I was a kid, I had normal friends -- I still remember their names.  Four of them, Alex, Kenny, Scott, and Phil a little English boy who wore shorts, up through sixth grade, the kind of boys who probably play with legos and imagine things a little longer than most, that is all.  But starting Junior High, they suddenly all pretended they didn't know me any more.  I was wrecked.  That's when the shoving and throwing and name-calling started, too.

A few years ago my brother dug out some old videos he took one Christmas about that time, and in one I am proudly showing off my hamster.  Big, dramatic voice, good eye contact, charming -- I was a disgusting little queen.  This was about the same time my dad stopped insisting I go to church, too.  (For all the mouth-breathers out there, you can very well hatch a babygay in perfect innocence, shut off from pop culture, without a Jew in sight unless you count the ones in the Bible.  Just look at Mormon families who hatch them by the dozens; your stricter sects are virtual homo factories.)

For the rest of school I was a total outcast, no friends at all except this one worldly-wise patchouli-smelling girl who was just being nice.  But I was a good student and some of those teachers were very indulgent with me and I ate up history and literature instead of cartoons and movies, which is why I am such a retard.  There were only a couple teachers who really hated me, especially (of course) the music teacher and choir director, total closet homo.  But from the other kids I got nothing but abuse.  I am a tough little faggot and was determined not to let them see me hurt or weak; it's only in the past few years I have noticed that I begin to flinch normally when startled.  But you can still hear the toll to my confidence in my voice:  low, careful, mostly monotone, not dramatic at all.

Those are very important years for developing self-image and while other kids preened in the mirror I avoided them, convinced I was an ugly wretch who needn't bother.  Now of course I am a total peacock but it's different as a clumsy adult to try to build yourself up again.  I will always be a little socially retarded, not unlike how you read about people with ass burgers.

A bunch of kids from my school went to the same college and I was in one class with a guy a year older than I was, a tall, tan basketball star with curly hair a little too long, absolutely gorgeous and fawned over, and you can imagine my utter shock when he came over and sat by me all friendly-like.  Of course he had no reason to know I even existed back in school but now that we were thrown together in a strange place he was all like hey wassup and I barely knew how to speak his language.

I realized then that the persecution was all in my head, that there were really only four or five kids who bothered and a bunch of others who just looked away, and a social environment provided by adults where that sort of abuse was seen as a beneficial corrective, like albrecht's love for casual brutality, where I should be grateful they taught me toughness and resilience.  Fuck all that.  I don't remember any of those kids' names anyway.

But the tall, sweet basketball player who was so kind to me and didn't give a fuck what anyone else thought,  though was hideous and stooping and could barely look people in the eye -- that was a papi.  I still remember his name, Neil.  God bless him.  I will love him until I die.

Playing psychologist- you said at the start that "Papi is just normal." You then went on to tell us about the normal kids you knew. The ones who pretended not to know you. By the end, you compare Papi to Neil. Perhaps Neil was a "papi". But the papi of radio fame is first compared to the normals.

Just pointing out an interesting disconnect. FWIW, I think he is probably closer the worlds "normals" than the world's "Neils." Want my proof? Look at the BS between him and Azz. That ain't no Neil.

[pate]

...  Sweet dreams for me tonight.

[K_Dubb]

Playing psychologist- you said at the start that "Papi is just normal." You then went on to tell us about the normal kids you knew. The ones who pretended not to know you. By the end, you compare Papi to Neil. Perhaps Neil was a "papi". But the papi of radio fame is first compared to the normals.

Just pointing out an interesting disconnect. FWIW, I think he is probably closer the worlds "normals" than the world's "Neils." Want my proof? Look at the BS between him and Azz. That ain't no Neil.

I would argue that my elementary-school friends were normal at the time in that a deep cultural distinction had not yet been drawn between them and me that precluded association.  They had not yet learned that anything was wrong with me.

As for bunny and papi, I love them both dearly but I like it when they fight.  Shreddie shows me no mercy, nor should he.

[Covid Kat]

  Michael Decon's Friday Night Extravaganza

  CALL (424) 666-2425

[WOTR]

  Michael Decon's Friday Night Extravaganza

  CALL (424) 666-2425

Let me stand in for Dubb as he appears to be absent.

AAyyyeeee!!!! Pappi, your here! 

[Asuka Langley]

Howdy!!!! Pappy, i reckon yer back! 🤠

[Walks_At_Night]

Extravaganza!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Asuka Langley]

Hootenanny!!!!!!!!!!!

[Master Trollda]

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