Boys Suck (If You’re Nice to Them)
Nov 8th, 2009 | By Fantastic Homosexual | Category: The Fantastic HomosexualHere we go. No need to over analyze what is going on in my tiny head. I’ll save you the time: I need a boyfriend.
Here we go. No need to over analyze what is going on in my tiny head. I’ll save you the time: I need a boyfriend.
I keep hearing from people, gay and straight, that we, as fantastic homosexuals, need to realize that there are other, more important, more pending issues facing Lebanon than the rights of us queers. From women’s rights, to refugee rights, to rights from protection from violence, to a messy political scene, to the moody economy, to [...]
This is my call to action. I’m sick of it. We really need to get ourselves together and get out there and demand our rights. We cannot live in a country where we can be thrown in a tiny, nauseating cell with cockroaches for mates and batons for entertainment, all before we even have time [...]
I have spent the last 15 years or so actively suppressing what I am about to share with you, so I am not sure what effect it is going to have on me to actively try to remember as many details as I can.
I still get flashes. His erect penis in front of me, forced [...]
I like to consider myself a feminist, and when I look around me, I think that I definitely am a feminist. Compared to my friends, and the society I live in, I am a stellar example of feminism.
I believe that women are equal to men. I believe that a woman should have the same rights [...]
If any of you have ever picked up a copy of Butt magazine (the “Fantastic Magazine for Homosexuals”), then I’m sure you’ve been as pleasantly surprised as I was the first time I looked through one. It is by far my favorite magazine, for one simple reason: it screams out gay in the most nonchalant [...]
Fuck this shit. Fuck homophobes and their fucked up insecurities. Fuck coming out. Fuck “I don’t know how to tell you this” and sleepless nights trying to get the balls to say two fucking words. Fuck having to feel guilt for years about who’s in your bed, backseat of your car, nightclub toilet stall, or [...]