What the hell?
I’m just going for it-
Fuck!-that locker room was gross.
The locker room always freaked me out. I was, to my knowledge, the only gay boy in my class, and I was just waiting to be attacked. I never came out, but I was still sure of it. So, I picked the locker by itself and kept my eyes forward.
Then, I hit puberty and gained so much muscle that it was alarming.
I’ll tell you something else-Feeling 36375 eyeballs on your back, KNOWING YOU can’t turn around, you can’t say, “WHAT?!” Was not okay. Yeah, it was validating, but they were NEVER NICE TO ME.
I was poor, and my clothes never fit, but in the locker room, they left me alone. It’s when I realized I was “body hot”, which isn’t great….you want to just be attractive without people qualifying that shit.
Also, I was not the one you could call a “pussy”, and afterwards, I’m doing something gross to your body. ? Get the fuck outta here.
It is easier for me to talk about my fucked up family than it is for me to talk about high school￼, and my family is fucking nuts. My little can of Planters.
Get me started