Odd, when people touch me… like when people touch your arm while they are talking to you, or pat me on the back when they begin a conversation with me, I don’t think about gay… I think ‘why the fuck can’t these people respect my little bubble and keep their fucking germ laden hands to themselves?’ … but that’s just me
Odd, when people touch me… like when people touch your arm while they are talking to you, or pat me on the back when they begin a conversation with me, I don’t think about gay… I think ‘why the fuck can’t these people respect my little bubble and keep their fucking germ laden hands to themselves?’ … but that’s just me