De-Virginization
This blog is a way for me to reach out into the darkness of exsistance and try to find someone, or hopefully multiple someones, who is going through the same as I.
It seems as of late that knowledge, at least scholarly knowledge, has ceased entering my brain. I am a sophomore in college, and will not be returning to it after this semester is over. Depression, anxiety, diagnosis of bipolar disorder, financial blues, realization of my hatred for the "system" and many other factors are leading my down this path to dropout-ness. It won't last, at least it is not meant to last, but my, aren't those famous last words?
Lets see. What shall we start off with for this first post?
AH!
I think we should go back to the beginning.
Imagine it. You are a 15 year-old male, of the Caucasian race, raised in suburban Central Florida, under the reign of a slightly egotistical Southern Baptist minister. While said minister is a loveing parent, his over zealous religious beliefs often cause more strife for your family, then the love Christianity is supposed to bring.
Moving on. Said 15 year-old has many self image problems. Meaning, he is fat, a fat fat fat fat fatty fat kid. He likes girls. Girls don't like him. Wait whats this? He secretly likes BOYS as well? My ,oh my. That year his family finally chucks thier 1989 MS-DOS computer for a real live Windows 200 type. Praise be to God in all his glory.
Or hero, the fatty 15 year-old, discovers chat rooms. He discovers cyber sex. He discovers a local 25 year-old man of Italian heritage who looks like some Roman god, who agrees to fuck him in the backseat of his shitty Toyota one evening in the orange groves behind the fatty 15 year-old's house. Thus begins a sprial that will bring us, four years later (nearly 5) to current evenst. Well not so current. But slightly.
It seems as of late that knowledge, at least scholarly knowledge, has ceased entering my brain. I am a sophomore in college, and will not be returning to it after this semester is over. Depression, anxiety, diagnosis of bipolar disorder, financial blues, realization of my hatred for the "system" and many other factors are leading my down this path to dropout-ness. It won't last, at least it is not meant to last, but my, aren't those famous last words?
Lets see. What shall we start off with for this first post?
AH!
I think we should go back to the beginning.
Imagine it. You are a 15 year-old male, of the Caucasian race, raised in suburban Central Florida, under the reign of a slightly egotistical Southern Baptist minister. While said minister is a loveing parent, his over zealous religious beliefs often cause more strife for your family, then the love Christianity is supposed to bring.
Moving on. Said 15 year-old has many self image problems. Meaning, he is fat, a fat fat fat fat fatty fat kid. He likes girls. Girls don't like him. Wait whats this? He secretly likes BOYS as well? My ,oh my. That year his family finally chucks thier 1989 MS-DOS computer for a real live Windows 200 type. Praise be to God in all his glory.
Or hero, the fatty 15 year-old, discovers chat rooms. He discovers cyber sex. He discovers a local 25 year-old man of Italian heritage who looks like some Roman god, who agrees to fuck him in the backseat of his shitty Toyota one evening in the orange groves behind the fatty 15 year-old's house. Thus begins a sprial that will bring us, four years later (nearly 5) to current evenst. Well not so current. But slightly.
posted by Drew at 12:33 PM
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