I’m not good looking. I’m not charming. I’m not someone’s crush. I’m not the person that’s wanted. but I refuse to be the one who falls behind because of the world’s bias. I’m happy being myself. the fact that I’m not accepted in gay society is the least of my worries. I’m so fucking happy with the universe at the moment, that all the extra baggage is beyond my comprehension. I love my family and my amazing friends, and my incredibly weird & fucked up life, that I’m too content to complain.
goodnight from New Orleans ;)