So, I’m on the medical marijuana program here in Florida, (I know! How’d that happen?). Anyway I’m responsible and use it sparingly and when I need it. I stopped at the dispensary today and my bestie there set me up with a new hybrid and recommended I try it and give him my opinion next time I visited. So I got home, had worked out before I went to the dispensary so I was hot and hungry. What better time to relax with my feet in the pool and try the new vape, right?
Three hits and it was like I was transported back to being 16 again, cruising and carousing with my straight buddies, trying desperately to be straight myself while I was loaded and not give myself away. Back then and where I grew up it wasn’t just peer pressure or fear of rejection that made us try to be something we weren’t. It was fear for our lives. I want to tell the younger gay men about an acquaintance I had around that time. He was older, and he was also the only gay man that was pretty much known to be gay that I knew. I’d tell them how a couple of boys about my age beat him to death in a field outside of town, went to trial and were found not guilty. Not because they weren’t guilty. Everyone knew they were. But that was how things were done then and there and what was one less queer? I came out later than most and even though things were a little different by then I was afraid.
We should t forget how it was then and there. If we aren’t careful we will be right back there again.
Tritonrising (35)
24/05/2024 22:14So, I’m on the medical marijuana program here in Florida, (I know! How’d that happen?). Anyway I’m responsible and use it sparingly and when I need it. I stopped at the dispensary today and my bestie there set me up with a new hybrid and recommended I try it and give him my opinion next time I visited. So I got home, had worked out before I went to the dispensary so I was hot and hungry. What better time to relax with my feet in the pool and try the new vape, right?
Three hits and it was like I was transported back to being 16 again, cruising and carousing with my straight buddies, trying desperately to be straight myself while I was loaded and not give myself away. Back then and where I grew up it wasn’t just peer pressure or fear of rejection that made us try to be something we weren’t. It was fear for our lives. I want to tell the younger gay men about an acquaintance I had around that time. He was older, and he was also the only gay man that was pretty much known to be gay that I knew. I’d tell them how a couple of boys about my age beat him to death in a field outside of town, went to trial and were found not guilty. Not because they weren’t guilty. Everyone knew they were. But that was how things were done then and there and what was one less queer? I came out later than most and even though things were a little different by then I was afraid.
We should t forget how it was then and there. If we aren’t careful we will be right back there again.