I'm a loser. I know I don't fit in. Frankly, I don't care. I'm not a twink, I'm not a gym bunny, I'm not a bear. Most importantly, I'm not a stereotype.

Does this make me a rebel? I don't think so. Perhaps I'm a leader? Hardly. Maybe I'm just a guy, who happens to be gay, but doen't fit into your over dramatized, commercialized, holier than thou, bullshit scene.

Maybe I should start drinking more, or doing meth. I could start sleeping with anyone under 130lbs, with smooth skin (shaved or otherwise), and an obsessive-compulsive impulse to buy only A/F products. Is this how I get popular? Is this how I gain respect in this little gay world?

Fuck you.

I'm 5'9", and 200lbs. Yep, I'm fat...deal with it. I'm rarely hit on at bars, or online, or what have you. I don't care. I don't want to be part of this fake world, full of pretense and immaturity. I'm living my life to please me, not you, not your friends, and not your community.

Keep your bullshit standards, they have to serve you some good one day right? Because when you're 40, and your skin sags, and the twinks don't want you anymore, you'll realize that this game you played was, in reality, a game on yourself...and you're the loser now.