When you're true to yourself

What happens when you act like you don't give a fuck? I'll tell you. You bring out the gay in everyone. The true actions of people. Days of work go by. I'll get ignored by people and continually disrespected by my coworkers and managers and I don't give a fuck. If you want to tell me to act differently in order to make you feel comfortable, let me know. Say one thing, do another. That's the way you operate. If you want to take me in the back and rape me, then do it.

Think I want that? You're wrong. Think I care if you do it? Not really. Sexual repression is man's most prominent problem. There's just so much gay. Gay gay gay gay. And maybe I'm wrong. I'd love to be wrong. Tears will flow down your face in casual conversation. Concealed homosexuality? If that's just the way you are, I'm going to know. If you're real about it, I'm not going to give you a hard time. If you pretend I know what the hell you're talking about or know your true feelings, you're wrong. Stop trying to cover up how you are. If you're real, people are going to know and you're going to be respected.

I admire some men. I can sense the pain in them, their struggle. These people are true. I'd help them if I could. If you want to see me get off. Then hell ya man, lets fucking do it. Want to have me put a dress on and have me parade around like a girl? Fuck ya, I'm down. Be honest about it though. Be straight with me. It's a fucking crazy world we live in. If you have been wronged, you're in good company with me.

I'll act a certain way. My eye contact will stray, body language will react how I see fit. It's involuntary. I don't care. Neither should you. I'm still listening to you, and in so doing am acknowledging your presence. Whatever feels comfortable to me is what I'm going to do. There's nothing more easy and simple to do than that and there is nothing to understand about people that can't be comfortable when they are talking to you.

There are some men that are infuriating. One simple glance from me. That's all it takes. They can't handle getting looked at. I change it up. I change it up for you I guess. What else am I supposed to do? I know that if I look at you for a long enough time you'll feel pain, like I'm trying to assert myself over you. It's like it doesn't matter that I'm there. Fine by me, but how pathetic are you? I bet you have never been stared down to the point of dismissal. You're a boy. Insecure about your body, kid? Get the fuck out of here. You have created some interesting pain, kid.

Somehow, that's okay with me though. I'm not really sure why that is. Your shit is interesting somehow. I'm just a boy, too. But, I can handle more. Who cares? We are all just kids trying to cling to some kind of happiness. We're all so fucked up.