A Fat Gay

Ok, so you know that I won’t go back that far right? I mean, we all were born somewhere so why do people insist on telling us it started in the womb? Anyways, I was born. I grew up. Now I’m here. Fast enough for you? I have learned blog readers want their stories quick and to the point.

Well, throughout this blog, I will give you stories that got me here and stories that are real time. Look at that technical term, real time. I am bound to be a star. Seriously though, not really, I hope to hold your attention long enough so that you can find the humor in my life as I have. I don’t think I could have survived had I not found a way to laugh at the extreme idiocy of my life. Now that things are working out much better for me, (credit therapist here), you might just learn a thing or two about afatgay.

Let me end here with the burning question I know that is in all of your minds. I know it is, admit it. When did I know? Truth be told, 2nd grade. Seem impossible? I will explain next time.

Peace and cupcakes,

djfunkyslick