Evil Faggot After All

Nobody looks at this page yet so I feel it is safe to post this here. It has been a long time since I went out and Wayne and I thought that it would be nice to do so. I didn’t want to go to our usual Charlotte Street Pub, they make a good drink and it’s where we met but it’s a straight bar and I just didn’t want go there… Our friend Michael comes over every Saturday and since it was Saturday he joined us on our trip to La Rues. La Rue’s is a small gay bar and it’s kind of schwag but everyone who goes there is really just waiting until the Drag show at the main gay bar in Asheville (called Scandles) opens. I hate Scandle’s it sucks asshole. Its every snobby queer you have ever hated all in one bar. To me it’s like three levels of pure hell. I usually run into someone I hate there so I never want to go there. La Rue’s is more laid back and they make a better drink so I go there when I need some queer time. Going to gay bar when you have a boyfriend isn’t as much fun as you can imagine. Wayne doesn’t dance and we just sit around like a bunch of old farts; just me and him and Michael. La Rues is one bar in the back of O’Henrey’s which is the real name of the club. Its been around for like 300 years and most of the guys in the front bar are about that old. I stay in the back bar, La Rue’s it lookes like a bad flash back to the 70s but it’s the only safe haven for anyone under 50 there.
Anyway in fag bar fashion I was having a good time and chillin drinking my sex-on-the-beaches getting my buzz on when low and behold MATT comes in. Matt is a 300lb cop that had a crush on me back when I started dating Wayne. Matt almost caused me to break up with Wayne which is another story. Anyway Matt comes in like a sausage turd coming out of the plastic, wrapped tight in a red tee shirt making him look even fatter. I didn’t say anything to him but I saw him, I just kept going about my business with Michael and Wayne and feel my phone vibrate. I was hoping it was my friend from SC saying he was coming up to join us but it wasn’t. It was Matt…I was surprised he had my number! The message read “Yeah, it’s me stop gawking”. I was like “what a fucking bitch” how DARE his fat ass send me a message like that. LIKE I WOULD BE STARRING AT HIM, HELL YOU CAN’T HELP BUT SEE HIM HE WEIGHS 300 LBS FOR CHRIST SAKE. I would need a helicopter to get an aerial view of him he’s so fat.
I didn’t respond to him, I waited a few minuets purposely. I replied back eventually saying “I don’t really care, thanks. BTW you don’t have to be such a cunt”. I went later to make quite an ass out of myself and proving to myself I was a true drama queen. I tell Wayne and Michael how it bothers me that he is texting me and being so shitty. By this time I was on my fourth round and anything and everything was pissing me off. I am usually a happy drunk but I wasn’t on this night. Apparently Sex-On-The-Beaches don’t mix well with the new Cyndi Lauper. He text me again asking me if I was mad at him and I didn’t respond... Beyond that point he kept texting me which became really tiresome for my drunk soul at the time. Finally I stewed in the fact that he asked me if I was mad at him, like he got some sick rise out of me and I finally answered back telling him that if he was a real friend he would have said “Hello” to me since he noticed me first and that I didn’t give a fuck and told him to go fuck Nick Cargo (a guy that I am not supposed to know that Matt fucked). But the buck didn’t stop there I proceeded in telling him that he needed to get tested for an STD because his boy toy now has herpes. Which is a real fact…and told him to delete my number for his phone.
He was shocked I could see it from across the room. I couldn’t resist and I couldn’t help but bask in telling him his whoring ass might just have an STD. I turned into the type of fag I hate. An angry drunk little bitch and I realized it while I was doing it but couldn’t control myself I was so engulfed in anger.
Matt had no response and I told Wayne and Michael that I wanted to go. They could see I was riled up and they understood. As we walked past Matt who was sitting at the bar at the time, I slapped him across the arm making a loud poping noise that silenced the room and walked out between Michael and Wayne. I didn’t look back but Michael told me later on the ride home that I had everyone looking at me and Matt was in complete shock. Matt being an officer of the law could have been my ass with his large meaty ass but luckily he didn’t come after me in the dark hall way like I thought he would. I giggled my way out of the bar and went home.
I can’t help it, I guess underneath it all I am a snotty little queer just like the faggots of Scandles that I hate. But a person can only take so much. I wasn’t letting that fucker get the best of me that night.
It must be in the air of O’Ho’s that I show my ass last time I went I almost got thrown out and Wayne almost got arrested. Twisted place. I have decided to stay away from gay night life for a while and keep my evil queerness to myself. Alcohol is cheaper when you drink at home anyway…Moral of the story I guess I am only human after all…