- Joined
- Dec 17, 2019
Imagine being in high school or college and discovering the gay straight alliance. You'd probably think "Thank God, some people I can talk to who might understand me!" You might even think about how interesting it could be doing activism work in the form of organizing dances, mixer activities, games, or just creating and posting flyers around campus.
But then you go to you first GSA meeting. The whole fucking thing is a den of predation and degeneracy. You have useless twinks and sloppy fat gays who only want to talk about drama and how they are looking for someone. Others can't stop talking about certain sex acts appropos of NOTHING.
And if you are a lesbian...WATCH OUT! Fat ugly trucker looking bulldykes with beer guts who tuck their shirts in. Gray and white haired old lesbians and bulldykes who just sit there and either police the shit out of your language and movements, but also ogle you the entire time. The rest are simp proto dykes who try to act tough, but haven't earned their butch journeyman's card--and probably never will. And they're all eyeing you, staring at you, fighting with eachother internally over who will get first dibs on fucking you first.
You clear your throat and say "I uh...need to use the bathroom real quick. Be right back!" But the minute you clear the doorway, you run. You've just escaped the Hadley's Hope of dykes and faggots. All you want to do is nuke the entire place from orbit.
It's the only way to be sure.
But then you go to you first GSA meeting. The whole fucking thing is a den of predation and degeneracy. You have useless twinks and sloppy fat gays who only want to talk about drama and how they are looking for someone. Others can't stop talking about certain sex acts appropos of NOTHING.
And if you are a lesbian...WATCH OUT! Fat ugly trucker looking bulldykes with beer guts who tuck their shirts in. Gray and white haired old lesbians and bulldykes who just sit there and either police the shit out of your language and movements, but also ogle you the entire time. The rest are simp proto dykes who try to act tough, but haven't earned their butch journeyman's card--and probably never will. And they're all eyeing you, staring at you, fighting with eachother internally over who will get first dibs on fucking you first.
You clear your throat and say "I uh...need to use the bathroom real quick. Be right back!" But the minute you clear the doorway, you run. You've just escaped the Hadley's Hope of dykes and faggots. All you want to do is nuke the entire place from orbit.
It's the only way to be sure.