I was a fat child. I was a fat teenager. In my mind I’m a fat adult (but that’s a different story). I was bullied when I was young. Never for being gay, but for being fat. It would get really upset, but then one day I began to view my bullies differently. Their words no longer affected me in the same way, which went a little something like this:
I haven’t written a blog entry in a over a month and in that time I’ve done a lot of thinking and discussing with my friends, asking the question, “where have all the normal people gone?”
Seriously, where are the fuck are they?
I was at an event with my friends (let’s call them X & Y) a couple of weeks ago and we were discussing relationships, our latest hook-ups, etc. A similar theme came up in all of our stories – people are weird.
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If Facebook stalking was a legitimate sport, it’s likely I’d be an Olympic champion. It’s one of my favourite forms of procrastination and God I’m good at it. The voyeurism is so addictive!
In an age where social media has basically taken over as the predominant form of communication and knowledge sharing, we’ve all become (to some extent or another) citizen journalists. The majority of people in the First World have some form of online representation. This maybe via tools such as Facebook, Twitter, blogs, websites or you guessed it – Grindr!
For some people, their physical self has taken a backseat with their online persona taking over as their main form of self-representation. This is where Facestalking gets really fun because there seems to be no filter with what they’ll put online. Pictures, comments, status updates… It can give you an excellent insight into someone you may have never even met. Juicy…
Now I have watched enough Embarrassing Bodies to know that the snip is not entirely essential unless there’s a medical condition present. Obviously some parents have their sons circumcised for traditional or religious reasons, then there are a growing number of parents who are opting to leave their little boy’s manhood alone free to roam the world with all his layers on. In the gay world it seems that when it comes to foreskin, it’s like olives – you either love it or hate it, there’s no in between. Unless, of course, you’re me and you don’t give a shit. Beggars can’t be choosers!
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