San Francisco is supposed to be the most "Gay Friendly" city on earth. And again, HA! If San Francisco is so "Gay Friendly" then right now, I wouldn't be running away from a group of gay bashers! I'm guessing I should fill you in. So, it goes like this:. I'm I'm legally an adult in every state. Well, I'm 21, gay, and just came out to my dad in what I thought was a private setting.
But, no. There were some people listening into our conversation. It was quite a swap for me. I figured dad would be furious. But, he wasn't. He was actually really cool with it. So, when dad and I started walking in our separate directions, the gay bashers followed me and I wasn't aware of it until one of them called out "Hey, Fag! Whatcha runnin' for? Well, I'll tell you why I'm running. But I wasn't about to tell them why I'm running. I was running because I do that every night. I'm tall about 6'3" and I have a tight, toned body.
I like to keep it that way. I wasn't about to turn my head around and say, "I'm running because I like to look good! It's like a fat woman trying to stand on one foot. Nope, not a good idea. But, where I ask you, are the cops at this time? Obviously, you'd think something's wrong if you see a man running for his life from a group of about ten people.
But San Franciscans don't have that logic. Remind me to move if I survive this. I've grown up in this city and knew my way around quite well.
I took back alleys and side streets trying to lose my attackers but to no avail. When I couldn't run any further, I just stopped and decided to allow them to do their worst. If my horoscope hadn't lied, someone would come along to help. But, you know how that goes.
