#gaydiary

[medschoolvibes]

i like you, i love you.

so i told him. legit. i told him. “i like you,, i have no fuckin idea why but i like you” he said “im sorry man” i was so fuckin drunk so i just said, “you know what? i have seven years to get to you, i like you”

u motherucker, im coming for you, and if it doesnt happen at least ill get a weird friend!!!

[medschoolvibes]

OE

ya

si igual es obvio

me gustas, pero me da demasiado miedo

ni siquiera estoy seguro de que es lo que me da miedo,  no se si es el hecho de que yo te guste también o el hecho de que calvez -y mas probablemente- yo este viendo cosas que no son.

no quiero sufrir así. eres muy tierno, te vez de una forma pero siento que en el interior eres así y mucho más.

tu sencillez al bailar siempre, tus risas graciosas, tu corte de pelo, tu sonrisa. la mare en que fuiste educado, que nunca te saltes los puestos en las filas.

me gustas, no significa que este enamorado. solo y simplemente significa que me gustas.

ese beso, ese beso no sé si cuenta.

yo decía que no, que no se valía porque eres heterogaméticos, y estábamos weaned, y el reduced fue el que dijo. y yo no que no que no. pero quería decir que si, quería decir si porfa sigue porfa deten esta sea y dame un beso quiero darte un beso. quiero tomarte por el cuello suavemente y besarte. y algo así hiciste tu.

senti que me tomaste. suavemente pero tomaste. y me diste un beso, fue corto pero neon que onda tus labios perfectos -describir- eran suaves, eran blandos, eran suaves eran unos que no había probado y no pensaba probar pronto.

yo creo que lo prohibido de todo esto es lo que me gusta. tu pasado, y tu presente. que en verdad. nose. y pico

pico.

no quiero sentirme mal, pero tampoco quiero dejarme estar.

esa sea que dijiste sobre ser tierno o apapacho, y luego no cacha.

weon. morici

que ganas me dieron de decir a mi me pasado mismo. hay veces que solo quiero estar en la cama. dos personas weviando, hablando, apapachos, películas.

los dos, weiando, hablando, apapacchos, películas. no chachas

esa es la otra wea.

como mierda culiai con un loco si eres hetero?

onda

eres hetero. debe ser raro.

con el reduced de viña no cacho que wea. pero el es así y también me gustaba y aun gusta pero pico.

siento que al menos así e libera y no tengo porque estar después pensándolo.

oye, recuerda. recuerda las olas, el sonido del mar.

lo que viene y que va.

sabes que somos de revolcarnos en las olas y luego surgir bien.

ahora quizás no es la ocasión. debes concentrarte, estas persiguiendo lo que has definido como el sueño de tu vida, porque así es. solo que ahora no es un sueño y es algo que estas haciendo a diario.

te quiero, quiérete. animo y sigue así.

 from me

  para mi

[gayirishdiary]

My Room Share Experience

Now that I had the job, I needed a place to stay. I had never moved home before and never paid rent before, completely new to all of this city living. I eventually found a room share, which I thought sharing was going to be relatively easy. Boy was I wrong...

I moved into a 2-bedroom apartment. With a Spanish girl and a Brazilian guy in one room. Leaving me to share the other room with a Croatan guy. Word of advice… IF YOU ARE CONSIDERING A ROOM SHARE, UNLESS ITS WITH A FRIEND OR SOMEONE YOU TRUST, DON’T!!! My room share experience was horrible.

My Croatian roommate, stole my weed, blamed me for shit that I did not do, like messes that happened when I wasn't even in the apartment. WTF like!!!. When I left the apartment for a few nights to visit my family he complained, which did not make sense. It was none of his business were I went and he would have had the room to himself for a few nights, I thought he would be happy with this, but no, and when I had to go back to the apartment it made me incredibly anxious and nervous because I knew would be angry and have an attitude. The apartment had no tv, so I brought up my tv and my PlayStation for everyone to use, trying to be friendly and helpful and to make the apartment more homey, and he even had a problem with this. It was just ridiculous. He was a low life, and I was a hard-working guy trying to survive and live my life. I do not want to say this, but I think he was jealous. I was only in the city a short while and doing better than him, I felt bad for him, but it was also not my fault. He was just crazy!!!!!!

I stayed there for about 6 months, what kept me there was fear of losing my place in the city and having to move back to where I came from. It was uncomfortable to live there with my weirdo room mate, but secure for the time being and close to my job. The best thing about the apartment was the balcony were I spent most of my time, having a joint and a glass of wine when I came home from a long day at work, relaxing and enjoying the view and the busy life beneath me away from all the pain and bad memories, this was extremely therapeutic for me and good place to heal, its the only thing I miss about that apartment. God I loved that Balcony.

Yours Truly xoxo

[henry-van-doerjatt]

This is how I revamped the old school lazy Sunday. I woke up with crumpets and coffee made by #ThePappaHusbandBear @capital__gain and had picnic 🧺 bromantic at @kingsparkandbotanicgarden whilst sketching and went back home to continue a bit of 🧵 needle works to be done. #HappySunday X #GayDiary #GayPerth #GayAU #GayAustralia #WeddingDesigner (at Kings Park and Botanic Garden) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAAJlXkFrby/?igshid=qvqeqfmn1b74

[here-4-the-view]

Hello to all y'all !!!

Gonna do my little post really quickly because I got a bit of a headache..

Today at class we were still talking about minorities and I'M SUPER FUCKING MAD about how much biggotry can exist in a place alone,I spend my night lecturing people on how they were being racist, xenophobic, homophobic, transphobic, etc.. and they still would make little jokes and comments... Hints the headache.

The only thing that cheers me it's thinking that I may have gotten trough someone... Don't know who... But I hope....

I guess it's all for today, wish me luck for tomorrow,

Bye guys

[diaryofagaymagician-blog]

Entry 1 - 3417/13/8

My therapist told me keeping a diary would help with my mental problems so here I go. My name is Elos and I am a gay magician on the planet Novem. I am currently a Dimensional Magic Major at the Institute of Xel. Through chance I came upon the ‘Internet’ of planet Earth and since no one from Novem really know about this place I decided to write my diary in a website called ‘Tumblr’. So for however long, I guess I’m going to write my daily experiences and feeling right here. Before I really get into it, magic does really exist. It’s separated into different specialties like technological, vocational, elemental, alchemy, and etc.

As exciting as it sounds, it really isn’t when you get into the specifics of it. Moving on, I am gay as the title of the diary states. I just thought I would include that in the title since it’s a secret so far and I’ve been wanting to shout it out loud for such a long time. I want to let everybody know, but my parents’ don’t believe homosexuality follows the Order. Society is changing with the younger generation, but it’s still a touchy topic.

Just so you know, the Order is what many people believe to be the natural path of magic and in turn the natural path of life. It’s a bit complicated but whatever. Once you diverge from the Order, you’re pretty much a Dark Magician. There have been plenty of good magicians in history that have been found to be gay, but some people are really just too stubborn. Don’t get me wrong, they’re not stupid. My parents are not stupid, they just grew up believing what they did and believed it their whole lives. I was like that until I found out I liked wands over orbs. I hope they do change their minds one day or that I will be the catalyst to change their minds, but for now, I’ll keep silent. I don’t have anyone besides them so I can’t risk it. I’m horrible at making friends. I am a junior at the University(the haven of friend making) and I still don’t have friends. Not to mention my grades are as much of a mess as I am.

The only thing keeping my self esteem going is when my Mom’s friend once told me I was “the cutest thing ever” when I was seven. The only thing keeping me going at this point is this guy I have a crush on in Intro to Space Magic Formulas, which I will get into later. All in all I am a fucking mess.

As much as I would love to keep the diary exciting and full of drama, my life is like a rollercoaster that peaked in elementary school. I know you Earthers love magic so I’ll try to keep a good balance between my life and the wonders of magic. So until I’m better here I go. Strap in, or not, because it’s going to be a tepid ride.

[anderslife]

Saturday 20th January 2018

As I write this I just finished reading Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda maybe the film will go to my bucket list for march. It's been 9 years since I was in HS when iPhone or androids m weren't even a thing as they are now. People where still using either their flip phones or those ones with full keyboard maybe. But yet stories like this still home. Aren't I to old for this. Am I not mature to be considered an adult or I'm just a failure at life?

I do wish with all the semi bad luck that the universe has given me it can Atleast grant me a wish like maybe make me younger and repeat High School with my current knowledge. Send me back in time like Go back Couple.

Also I haven't read a book since Harry Potter and the cursed child. I missed reading but all my usual site for books have been closed down since my hardcore reading days. I guess priorities change. Also I'm a horrible human because of not paying the authors sorry guys.

I guess I'm writing here again