Ukulele time!

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

shedonealreadydiddonehadherses:

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yolo-tier:

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God bless drag queens.

I love drags, they are super cool and cute! 

oh my god…… at first i was like
 
and then the drag queen came
 
this……this was just sooo touchingg..
 

(Source: b-random, via tallismymiddlename)

the-missing:

first 15

• all promoted
• two solo promos
• mbf

(via organic-wifi)

Grades.

Ok, so I hate grades. My parents hate grades. They hate when I get Cs. A C is average! That’s fine! They just keep lecturing me saying “a c is average and you are not average!” So what if I’m average in a certain class *cough* Geometry *cough cough*. It’s really not a big deal.

Blog.

Tumblr is never really used for actual blogging. I guess I’ll do this. Uhg, I hate that feeling when you think you annoy everyone. And you try to be friends with someone and you just feel like they don’t wanna be around you. Ok bye.