ugh, so annoyed lol… I have to vent..

Just saw this post on Facebook, and I have to say it really pissed me off.

“Why must some gay men have to be so flamboyant? I mean, why can’t you be masculine and still love cock? I mean, I love cock and a man’s ass more than anyone, but I am still manly!

Either become a girl and act accordingly or act manly! Who likes feminine, loud & obnoxious men?? 

Furthermore, why do you have a degree and work as a barista? Really? Like, what a waste of money! Aren’t you ashamed? You should be so loud because the whole restaurant can hear you…. OK that’s all lol”

First of all, this crap, expecially coming from a gay man with no photos on his profile, I find hillerious.

I am a CAMP GAY MAN, but it’s not an act, look threw all my childhood photos and you will see how much of a screaming homo I was to become….

Being flamboyant is also not a ‘gay’ thing, I know plenty of heterosexual males who you could question…..

BUT

Looking threw their computer and finding lesbian porn, I believe my gaydar can be off at times.

I hate the whole ‘straight acting’

We as gays have been fighting for years and still continue to do so, yet SEX comes into it always.

You should always accept people for who they are, and not for the fantasy you have of being fucked by a straight guy.

Became as fun as it sounds…. It dont happen, and when it does, give the guy time before you admits you the truth that he was always gay.

STOP JUDGING, AND JUST BE KIND TO PEOPLE

The world is a shit place already without us GAYS Judging each-other also!!!

Rants over..

Piece & Love

TJ

Seriously Katie Hopkins

Your opinions on pretty much EVERYTHING!!!!!

SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR MISERABLE BITCH!

RIP Nelson Mandela

So sad! I just saw it on the news this morning.

Such an inspirational and a hero to everyone

Such a loss to South Africa and the world…..

A man who should be remembered for generations to come…

RIP my friend..

THE TIMES Article Here

My TIMES Article ‘Wasted Youth’

Just found an old newspaper which featured an article I had written for The Times newspaper in 2006.

I was asked to write about my eating disorder, as part of the UK’s Eating Disorder Awareness week, I had been sugarcoated for weeks by the magazines journalist, who promised to help me with a book I was writing.

Only to find Monday morning, my photo appearing with the headline ‘WASTED YOUTH’ on the front page, I was embarrassed, and felt I had been taken advantage off.

I only took the offer, of the promise of getting help with my book, I can assure you I was never paid to take part, nor was I ever offered any help/support for my book.

It was a start of my adventures in the media world, where I learned people will use and abuse you no matter, if your young or ill, if a journalist has to use a headline to sell papers, they will do it.

I guess I can say…. within hours my face was used to wrap some greasy fish and  chips…….. which also sums my life as well… LOL

C’est La Vie and FUCK YOU ‘THE TIMES’

G-A-Y Late….. Drunk And I Meet A Boy!

An Italian……

The conversation started over me asking did he have a spare cigarette, and lighter, (CHEEKY QUESTION, BUT HEY IT GOT THE BALL ROLLING) he was charming, very handsome, works in Science………….

Tourist (sniff, sniff)

But apparently comes to London, every month to work, which is nice…

Now its not even possible to have a relationship as its too long distance, but he did teach me a thing or two…

when we exchanged numbers, he got out an old Nokia, I gasp “No Iphone? No Grindr” he laughed…

“No I prefer to meet real guys, and not be let down after building up a huge expectation”

He was right……… I have since deleted all my SHAG aps, and want to try meet guys how mother nature intended us to meet….. IN PERSON, NOT BY A SEXY OVER EDITED PHOTO.

Maybe the Italian was not meant for me as a husband, but he certainly did teach me a thing or two about life……. and was a great Italian Stallion in bed also (but hey I never kiss n tell……… well not about good guys anyways)

You Can Take Me To A Posh Club…………. But!

But I am still always going to be a HOLE IN THE JEANS, KINDA GAL!

Had a great night yesterday with my friend Sebastian at Covent Garden’s Hospital Club.

It was a carnival themed night, and of course In true Thomas-James Fisher style I turned up in jeans with a hole in the crouch, and a old mighty mouse t-shirt that I have no idea were it came from as was miles too big for me.

Maybe an old shag left it in my room?

Anyways, I ended up in G-A-Y Late…… wait for the next blog to read what happened next.