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 When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’  

sexual-phan:

hunter-avenger-consulter-grimm:

jawnn-locked:

visiovisusvidere:

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milesjai:

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God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.

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If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

God bless drag queen omg

(Source: b-random, via countlessfaces)

I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long, first of all I have to say I was in a rehab sort of place for most of this year. But it’s again time for college and I really half to be going back so I can finally finish. I may or may not be continuing my story, not really feeling into it. But if I don’t I’ll be sure to hand it over to capable hands, so no one fret, if I even have any followers left. Recently I realized it’s been like months since I’ve actually been on here, like my little bro had a birthday in that time. Anyway I felt that you beautiful people that stuck through and are still following me deserved an explanation. All of you have a beautiful rest of the day and if you are in classes like I am…Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor.