#yourfavoritebitch

As of November 11, 2015, I have officially met any and all stereotypes for the all american gay teenager. Today, I made a Tumblr. Yes, In some crazy mishap, I seemingly missed the bandwagon for this overwhelmingly popular social media platform. So 8 years after it’s launch, I’ve finally hopped on board. 

Now I won’t lie, the blog was to initially be titled, “Your Favorite Fag”. Yes, I’ll give you a moment to take that one in... 

While the title undeniably matched my bold and outrageous personality, something told me I’d be committing Tumblr suicide attaching my new blog to such a name. It’s worth noting that obviously I took no offense to the word fag. In fact, I find it frustrating so many are still so offended by what is nothing less than a word. A word that for the most part has been used by ignorant and irrelevant bigots. My stance on such names remains unchanged; I think people need to find a way to let it go. However, I don’t want to pressure, offend, or exclude select individuals from my soon to be ‘wondrous teachings’. 

I’m excited for this blog, Tumblr thing. I feel like so many gay teenagers feel so isolated in too many scenarios. The truth is, we are all going through the same shit, unless you happen to be one of those gorgeous ken dolls we all hate to envy. 

We all hate that once you match with someone on Tinder no one starts a conversation. We all agree Grindr is trashy yet redownload it weekly and no, we’re not “looking”. We all question whether we are attractive enough because our culture has created an impossible standard for what beauty looks like. We all battle with feeling loved and accepted, whether it’s by our family and friends or our own community. 

As a community, we’re so driven by relationships and love interests. This is I’m sure in part because so many of us missed out on all that lovey dovey shit in our younger years. Nonetheless, sometimes we forget that every gay person we meet does not have to be our future boyfriend. They don’t have to be the most attractive person we’ve ever met. Maybe a decent personality could actually make the cut for once. Maybe we could just make a friend. Imagine, a world where we didn’t put our penis first. Wow. Now that is a thought. 

So that’s likely the nicest you’ll see me get. (if you even consider that nice) Sorry. But the point in this blog is for me to show my bitchier side. (which typically consist of endless irritations, annoyances with gays, etc). Try not to take everything so seriously. Yes, I’ll come off as bitchy. But hopefully under all that attitude you’ll laugh a little and realize I’m just a teenager going through the same shit you are.