Let’s break this down, he saw me while I was:
- On rollerblades
- Wearing a rainbow tie dye hoodie
- Hair tied back stuck through my helmet
- Literally dancing while I do this
He chose to blow through a stop sign to catch up to me to tell me how much of a f-t he thought I was.
Uh…thanks for the affirmation I guess? I think it’s pretty clear what I’m up to over here. Glad to know I’m nailing the look I’m going for! I genuinely laughed when it happened and I’m at home now still laughing. Sure, that’s harmful language and it has absolutely caused me and others harm and will again, but in this context I just find it fucking hilarious.
Anyway fellow queers stay safe and stay queer out there don’t let them get you down
Getting into a four car pileup to tell the person rollerblading I think they’re gay.
Yes I only posted this to brag about my new rollerblades I’m so happy about them they’re awesome I’m awesome you’re awesome okay that’s all
How many wheels does it have? And what’s the diameter? Is it a standard roller-blade, or the off-road ones used by stunts-person while going downhill?
4x80mm. That’s what I grew up riding so I figured I’d get back on what I already knew how to do, although that was 15 years ago so it probably didn’t make much of a difference. They’re perfect though because I’m in a city so I need lots of agility and not a lot of speed, can’t go fast with cars and shit around anyway.
How it feels even culturally presenting as anything to the left of Eric Cartman in Amerikkka.
This shit is always classic. Dudes will all but literally climb on top of their moving vehicles to call you a slur. Had a dude driving stand up on the seat of his moving Chevy Tahoe and climb so far out the window that his waist was visible above the roofline of the SUV so he could point at me and call me the K-slur for… existing while jewish in the prairies. Like, why?
That’s the same guy calling you anti-Semitic for calling to an end to genocide. Chuds have no brains at all
bet you looked good as hell.
still though i’d consider getting and carrying a weapon.
Some of my coworkers are into guns. I recently bought a Beretta 92FS that used to be a pig service weapon. (It was cheap at an auction and the fact a pig gun is now reappropriated in a queer commie’s hands feels kinda good, like I’ve rescued the poor gun).
Anyway I told my coworkers I could go shooting at the range now with them if they want. One of them tilted his head and said “But I thought you were gay?”
