My friend and I when I was 12 got our *** kicked by a queer on a unicycle. He was an older kid and turned out he wasn't a queer.
That's what happens when you judge someone and call them names.
But who what the hell rides a unicycle in the mid 1970's.
There was a older guy who hung out with us once in awhile. He was gay and he was nobody to mess with and nobody did. His brother was another guy not to mess with and you fought one you fought both
I know many gay people, the ones I met are always nice to me as I have gay family member and im not a gay hater, in fact I support them
Some of them are angry, they aren't limp wrist feminine types either. Anger which can turn into rage comes with a lifetime of dealing with people hating you, judging you and treating you like a piece of ****.
