Some people call me a bitch. Well, to be honest, most people have at one time or another. But to me, darling, its a term of endearment. Just because I made you cry in public with only my words does not make me a bad person, it just makes you weak. So here we are, a trial run, to see how this all goes.
One drunken night, one of many thousands in my life, I was reading an advice column. Yeah, cheesy trash from a local rag, but other people's problems make me laugh, so I just went with it. It was some sob story about a straight girl who can't get her brain-dead boyfriend to do what she wants him to do in bed. And when I got to the bottom of the "advice" section, I couldn't believe the "advice" that was given. It was boring, and of no real help at all. And I started to think, what would have I said to this poor girl? Could I have been helpful, or would I have just been brutally honest, truthful, and ended up, yet again, the perpetual bitch. And who would want the advice of some jaded queen stuck in a small town anyways?
That's when it came to me. I don't give a shit who wants my advice or not, I'm gonna give it. And its not gonna be sugar coated, socially acceptable, or even heartfelt. The reality is, some people need to wake up and smell the sheets, coz someone else has been sleeping with your man.........ME!
So here we are, a mid 20's gay man, starting off with a blog and seeing were it goes. I don't promise much, but here is what I do promise:
-Be brutally honest
-Tell it like it is, not like you want to hear it
-Use profanities(you're fucking right!)
-Attempt to be helpful, if only just making you see the errors of your ways
-Hopefully be slightly entertaining
I don't know how this will all pan out, but I will do my best. My friends all say go for it, and it definitely passes the time while sucking on some rum and chain smoking.
Here's to the Breeze's,