and he says to just leave him the fuck alone, but I just kinda kept pushing the point. I just told him I thought he was cute or something. And as I do, Phil calls out to me and is like 'hey, kid, the fuck is your problem?' I'm leaving school, and I have to cross through the section that's under construction. He turned on his heel and left, which was weird, because he was usually pretty cool about smiling and nodding whenever I tried to talk to him or flirt with him. It was late, and I saw him and just did a little whistle. It was a long time ago and I had no shame.Īnyway, I was working on our yearbook after school. Again, I'm not proud of this anymore, nor would I ever condone such behavior. So I just kind of shamelessly hit on this dude all day long and there was nothing he could do about it. The school had no problem with students and faculty harassing me for being gay but the construction workers would get in trouble if they'd said anything. Worse, I'd kind of cat call this poor dude all day long. I couldn't get enough of him, and I'd try and talk to him constantly, though we had nothing to discuss. He'd walk around my school all day in nothing but a wife-beater and jeans, huge muscles, hairy, barrel chest. And there was one in particular that I couldn't get enough of, PHil. It's a very small, community oriented school, so we all knew the construction workers. My school was in the process of renovation.
I felt really free so I'd tell anyone who would listen if I thought they were hot. I had just come out, and I was a complete and total shithead. I would never do something like this again.
I was a kid and I did not think things through. And I want to preface it by saying that this all happened ten years ago. Posts that violate these rules but are interesting (a personal vlog from a Tuareg couple, a selfie taken with the Queen, etc.) are encouraged, but subject to removal at discretion.