A funny evening
So i am on precisely one, ONE gay social network. one for sporty type dudes who sit around an alternatively discuss weightlifting and gossip when they’re not at the gym. it’s the closest i come to fitting in with my gay brethren.
tonight one of them IMs me “wanna fight?” out of the blue. i have never had contact with this dude, so i ask “about what.” which i think is an awesomely sassy response to such a dumb question.
so the dude clears up his request. he wants to spar. i ask “are you my size?” the dude is 6’2 220!! i laugh. for a long time. and tell the dude no fuckin way.
so the dude launches into the heartbreaking story of how he was always picked on as a kid and now he wants to learn to fight and how he wants to learn from a gay dude because straight guys picked on him and oh geez save me!
in my experience this is not unusual. i don’t know what it is about the gays. but the big guys (usually dudes about 250) always want to fight a little guy like me. and i wonder if it’s just because of what this guy was talking about. they were abused or picked on as little kids, and now that they’re big they wanna somehow get back at all those kids who picked on them by fighting someone they’re unlikely to lose to.