The Closet

You know you're in a hotter hell when you're outed by people. It's like a head-on collision. I can tell you it's not liberating. Outed inadvertently. I don't know, maybe it's no big deal for you guys out there but it matters to me. I don't know why people always do things without thinking of the repercussion. When things like this happen, who should I look for? Mates become strangers. You think you can trust these people but they spit you in the face.

Being outed when you aren't ready is horrible. Some people may say that I'm not comfortable with my sexuality, well fuck you, it's not you who's being outed. It's simple, I'm not ready and you don't have to be so handy. Being outed against my will is a fucking invasion of my privacy.What if people do something against your will, say, slitting your throat or stab you in the head? Wouldn't that be a bloody scene? Would that be a scene to celebrate?

To those who still in the dark, sexuality is personal. I had never admit that I'm straight because I believe, the more lying you do, the deeper the hole you dig. I prefer not to be out to some people for my own sake, the sake of my family and that should be respected. And one more thing, just because I tell stories about pretty girls, doesn't make me an instant straight. Telling and feeling are different stories altogether. I do tell stories about pretty girls simply because the girls are pretty! No intention to mislead people to think that I'm straight, I mean, gays talk about pretty girls too! They have eyes you fuckers!

I don't know what make they think they're superior that they can surpasses my rights of my sexuality, myself. To those who don't know me, I prefer to have cliques among straights. Call me cocky but it's just the way I am. And these straights are the greatest I can ever have. And I'm the kind of guy who has different cliques for different occasion. It's not that I don't have gay mates at all. I do and mostly it's a friend of a friend of a friend. I don't have the privilege to have gay mates who I grow up with. My ups and downs were mostly shared with my straight mates. They say everything happens for a reason. I try to make myself to understand this. I try to justify this by telling myself that I am a lucky bastard with mates who will always be there when I need them. Well, what I'm trying to say is, outed to gay mates is fine but being outed to straights who you don't want them to know is like getting killed a number of times.

Just like Kenny McCormick.

Oh my God! They killed Kenny!

You bastaaaaard!