The Whole ‘I am Gay’ Publicity Stunt!

Being an open gay man, I was very happy to hear of Tom Daley’s ‘coming out’ story, but with such a media interest, I cannot help but wonder if the whole thing was a publicity stunt for Tom’s new TV series ‘Splash’

Mr Daley wrote this on his twitter just a couple of hours ago…

Tom Daley ‏@TomDaley19944 

Thanks for your support  Still Tom. Still diving. Going for gold in 2016. What I am or who I date shouldn’t matter. #Road2Rio

Wise words for such a young guy….. BUT

And I use a major BUT

If who you are, or who you date…. does not matter, then why announce such a big chunk of your personal life on YOUTUBE.

I lost a huge amount of respect for Tom after reading this comment on his official twitter page.

Being gay is a struggle day to day, due to the high mass of homophobia some of us go threw

 hearing Tom’s latest  video about him being in a relationship with a man and referring to himself as  ’BI’ tells us, that he is still keeping options open to both his male and female fanbase…

But I begin to worry if this is just a way for Tom and his management team to CASH in until he takes part in the Rio Olympics in 2016???

I hope I am wrong, but seeing how Tom is now has become a celebrity more than a diver…..

Is this just a way for the Tom Daley to sell more books/calendars and become a million pound brand?

Whats your opinions?

Friends, Acquaintances and Phone Number Collectors…

I sit in my room, looking threw my Facebook and My Phone……

Over 700 Facebook friends, Only 70 Numbers….

Man I feel Like a total looser

I lost my phone recently and asked people to msg me with their number, a selection of people did and the rest……….. well guess they are just a FB number.

I can see the people who care and ask how I am, and the people who ask if I wanna join them to get drunk, the rest of the numbers….. collects dusts, if thats even possible in cyber world….

The world seems to become a darker place the older you become

I miss the times of seeing things as a giant bubble, and sitting in my bedroom when sick saying out load “Please god, make me better, make me better” and having the innocents to believe he/she would…….

On my way home I went to boots and bought some witchhazel, and I smelled it, it made me remember my late nana who would give this to me when I fell over and scraped my knee…. she would tell me it was a witch’s potion that would make me better…

How I miss those days.