Gay Martyr Story

There were only 2 gay people in my high school: me and this other dude. First, the other dude was so repugnant just like as a human being that I seemed positively angelic compared to him so I evaded a lot of gay hate in my tiny, conservative graduating class of 64 people.

Second, the dude thought that he and I, as the only two openly gay men in school, were star crossed lovers destined to be. I deigned to give him a chance early on because it was my first chance at ~~~love~~~, but then I learned that he's absolutely repugnant just like as a human being and cut that off real quick. For the next three years (Sophomore year all the way to graduation) he kept trying though, even after multiple very colorfully worded rejections. One time he got me a bouquet of black roses cuz I was super into Gothic aesthetics, but fortunately I didn't have to deal with that because my Super Awesome English Teacher™ intercepted them in the office and got rid of them.

Over Christmas break in our Junior year, a lot of the athletics guys got random, unsolicited dick pics. After we came back for the second semester, word got out that Other Gay Dude was the one that sent the dick pics. Long story short, he got beat the fuck up so hard that he needed glasses afterward and the dude that did it got expelled.

After that, any form of homophobia was so harshly cracked down on by the staff and faculty that neither he or I had to deal with any at all for the rest of high school. So uh...that's cool, I guess.

Gay Martyr Story