This Southern Faggot's Blog


tattoos on this town
January 24, 2012, 6:57 am
Filed under: Country Music, Southern life, This town | Tags: ,

I have been listening to this song a whole fucking lot lately. The actual music video somewhat unnecessarily features a lot of american flag and military services, so I am just going to post this fake video.

I am in the kind of mood where if I turned the lights off in my room and listened to this song, I bet I would cry myself to sleep. I’m not going to do that, though. I am just going to go to regular sleep.

Maybe whenever anyone asks me why I am staying in town, I could just sing them this part of this song

“It sure left it’s mark on us, we sure left our mark on it
We let the world know we were here, with everything we did
We laid a lot of memories down, like tattoos on this town”

 



Call me late for dinner…
January 24, 2012, 6:35 am
Filed under: Faggot Rant | Tags:

I feel like I have talked about this before, but it just happened to me again and it’s a huge pet peeve of mine.

I really, really hate it when people on the street (walking, not driving by or anything) call me faggot, but then when I call them out on it and insist they say it to my face, no one ever has. What I always find interesting is that the people are always younger men. You know, the exact crowd where you could say something like “man up and say it to my face” (I don’t frame it that way, but easily could). I really don’t understand why I have such a problem getting this specific demographic to call me a faggot, to my face. I just want to be able to read the body and facial expressions when they are saying it, that’s the only way I could ever know how they really mean it.

You should also realize that when I say I call people out on it, it’s never something casual. I have gone out of my way to follow someone, trying to get them to look at me and say faggot to my face, but no one ever has.

I could speculate all day why I have never been successful in getting in making this happen, but I wish I knew peoples individual reasons for it.

Any in reality, I don’t really know what I would do if I ever got someone to stop and call me a faggot to my face. In reality, I would probably just say “okay, thanks!” and walk away. I am not the most threatening looking person, so I can’t pretend that anyone would ever be afraid of me physically lashing out. I guess I could be one of those awful liberal gays and say something like “I bet they are just afraid that they will realize how hurtful they are being”, but I refuse to believe it’s that simple.

Maybe no one thinks it’s worth their time, but I don’t really buy that either.

Someday I will figure it out, I hope.



Days of discovery
January 7, 2012, 6:04 am
Filed under: Nothing Terribly Important, People to remember | Tags: ,

I had way too much coffee tonight. Somenights I just can’t stop, even though I know I need to go to bed.

After Waffle House today, I might have accidentally followed that cute boy to the river. I mean, he left 30 minutes before I did. But was that him? Why do I want that to be him so badly?

The river was really smooth tonight, almost so much so it felt wrong. We have a cold front moving in, I sat and watched the fog roll in.

Growing up in the same town you have lived your whole life sometimes is funny. While watching the fog roll in, I realized that I was just feet away from the very stage I once performed “Age of Aquarius” with my elementary school show choir. I remember we had all these moves that we could not do because the concrete was too hot for us to get on the ground. Why does that one specific memory so strong?

Later on, I also ended up letting some dude rub my feet while he jerked off next to that very stage. It’s funny how things like that happen.