Confessions of teh Purpleist

I suppose the thing that scares me the most about all of this is acceptance.

See, I’m one of those guys that very few would even suspect that I am attracted to men. Having said that, let me delve into (what I believe to be) some stereotypes, and how I fit into them.Now, I’ve said it before, and it bears repeating: I want to remain as anonymous as possible. I hope someone reading this is going through the exact same thing, and I don’t want to become a character, and I don’t want a face-to-a-name association. Rather, I would hope that this blog can be seen as the confessions of a closeted everyman. That said, here’s a bit about me.

I’m a bit of an asshole, not because I want to hurt people (I really, REALLY don’t), but because I am honest. And I expect the same from others.

I crack jokes on EVERYTHING and EVERYONE (myself, most of the time).

I have a very masculine appearance/voice.

I’m not afraid to offend anyone. At all. Ever. I say what’s on my mind, but, again, not to be a prick. And I don’t say things just to be a jerk. I’m honest with people as I would like them to be honest with me.

I drink beer.

I watch sports, and I read about sports (real sports, like Football and Baseball.)

I HATE Soccer.

I have ZERO fashion sense. I’m a jeans-and-t-shirt fellow.

And some dislikes that would probably get me kicked out of Camp Gay Guy forever: I dislike dance music, tiny yap-yap-yap dogs, dance music, techno, watching Bravo, techno (did I mention I don’t like dance music?), and Abercrombie & Fitch/Hollister/*insert brand name here*.

That’s really all I can think of. Now, after reading that, how many of you resent the fact that I want to join your fabulous little club!?

Is there something wrong with me? Why the hell do I feel the need to stereotype? Furthermore, how accurate am I, anyway!? Is who I am the reason that I never get hit on?

I have a feeling that it is. And it sucks that who I am is biggest part of my problem.

Damn, this blog really just bummed me out.