Work

So, I work at a place where we get all sorts of customers. We have a lot of regular customers too. So, often times, I see a lot of really hot guys, and I can't help but to stare at them. lol. So there's this one regular customer that comes in, he's super buff. Most of the time he comes in after work, and it looks to me like he is a construction worker or something. Sexy? Inorite? He always wheres these shorts with long white socks and boots. Idk why, but I think it's super hot. Usually he looks like this picture, but today he wore knee highs, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I hope nobody noticed.


This is a screen shot from a youtube video I found. I needed to somehow illustrate what I'm talking about. lol.

Glee!

Glee is my new media guilty pleasure. Although, the only thing I feel guilty about is thinking that Finn, Puck, and Mr. Schue are really hot. But seriously, I love that freaking show. Tonight's episode was so-so, but last weeks "Power of Madonna" was spectacular.



Finn and Puck are super cute. Wish I had boys like that at my high school.

New Day

Today was boring. School, then work.

Cute Boy of the Day
I was watching America's Next Top Model and I saw a commercial for Love Games: Bad Girls Need Love Too. This is Nick. He is so freaking hot!!!! He has a scar on his chin, which is so sexy! lol. I'll be honest, reality show guys are my weak spot! lol.

Welcome!

So, this is new. I've decided that I want to start a blog about me. The real me. I'm gay, but nobody knows; I'm a closet homo. I can't tell my family because I'm quite sure it'll shame them. I can't tell my friends for fear that it will spread, and get back to my family. In on honestly, I'm content being "in the closet" and I don't want to cause more stress in my life. I mean, on top of going to school and work, I have to hide something that I feel, is really essential to my being. I didn't chose to be gay, it just happened. I don't know what research suggests, but I feel that I was born gay. Ever since I was little, I always preferred to play with dolls and dress up instead of regular "boy" things.

I realized I was gay when I hit high school. I remember sitting in my Spanish class thinking, "Oh, my God, I'm gay," and I was actually really scared. I kept wondering, "why me?" Though, I didn't dwell on it too much. Somehow, I think my parents know, well, I think my mom knows. Or, she can at least figure it out. If she were to confront me about it, it would be so much easier. But unless I get that feeling that my family will accept me, I won't tell them.

I do wish the world was more accepting, but alas, it is not. Until then, her is Closet Fag Anonymous.

Cheers!