My It Gets Better Story
There is an ad campaign out there called It Gets Better. The idea is simple. To show kids who are gay, lesbian, whatever, that there is a life after they come out and that it gets better. If you are currently being bullied by some fat ass jock fuck who is insecure about his sexuality, it gets better. A bunch of celebrities hardly relevant to children these days (Perez Hilton) filmed It Gets Better ads. Each celebrity relays a story from their past where they have been a victim of verbal abuse, or other abuses, and how scared they were to come out and finally say "Hey look at me now, I'm a beautiful and successful 1%." Except for Perez Hilton, despite his sexual orientation, he's useless.
Nothing saddens me more than a child/kid feeling their only resort is to take their own life especially over who they are or what sexual preference they come to identify with. If you have some how landed on this page and are feeling pressured, bullied, or that you have no where to turn, please seek some professional help. I am more than happy to discuss things with you and have a few gay friends who would be more than happy to relay their story to you. Do not take this post as insensitive. For it is more meant to communicate my own It Gets Better story. I need to tell you that your dick is firmly planted inside my cheek as I write this.
Back in 2005, before I started this site with some "investors," I had my own identification issue. Where was my life going, what was I doing? I had just graduated college, was working inside my field, but found that my real passion was music and dick jokes. Music was a universal conversation starter, but I realized not many counted the tape splices in Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys. Not many went to concerts and wrote the setlists down, or took note of when the microphones cut out. "Why do you pay attention to those details? Can't you just enjoy music? What are you gay?" I found myself answering those questions a lot. I decided to experiment with my musicality.
I went to concerts and performances that were outside my comfort zone. I have been going to rock shows/concerts since I was two years old. I was "partying on hotel floors with The Rolling Stones and George Thorogood" when I was five. (All I remember are rooms full of ice and beer cans). I decided to go to find shows that were outside of Rock N' Roll to see if I was just picky because I was passionate about Rock N' Roll. The shows I went to were Celine Dion in Las Vegas, Backstreet Boys at the Electric Factory, The Lion King play in Baltimore, and Kenny Chesney at the Wachovia Center.
The venues were all different; the shows different enough to get a feel; and the performers crossed all genres. I thought the year would never end, I kept crying in my closet "Why am I doing this? This just won't end." Well once I came out of the closet, I realized it does get better. I had a vision through tearful eyes about Blogs N' Roses, a site to point out the intricate tape splices of Pet Sounds. The exact proper forum to write about microphone pops, guitar string shattering, and drunken escapades of front men during shows. The perfect place to meet musicians and help them promote their bands in my own special way. So see it does get better!
Some may not believe this story. I save all my ticket stubs and those naysayers, here are the four shows with their dates in one picture!
Nothing saddens me more than a child/kid feeling their only resort is to take their own life especially over who they are or what sexual preference they come to identify with. If you have some how landed on this page and are feeling pressured, bullied, or that you have no where to turn, please seek some professional help. I am more than happy to discuss things with you and have a few gay friends who would be more than happy to relay their story to you. Do not take this post as insensitive. For it is more meant to communicate my own It Gets Better story. I need to tell you that your dick is firmly planted inside my cheek as I write this.
Back in 2005, before I started this site with some "investors," I had my own identification issue. Where was my life going, what was I doing? I had just graduated college, was working inside my field, but found that my real passion was music and dick jokes. Music was a universal conversation starter, but I realized not many counted the tape splices in Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys. Not many went to concerts and wrote the setlists down, or took note of when the microphones cut out. "Why do you pay attention to those details? Can't you just enjoy music? What are you gay?" I found myself answering those questions a lot. I decided to experiment with my musicality.
I went to concerts and performances that were outside my comfort zone. I have been going to rock shows/concerts since I was two years old. I was "partying on hotel floors with The Rolling Stones and George Thorogood" when I was five. (All I remember are rooms full of ice and beer cans). I decided to go to find shows that were outside of Rock N' Roll to see if I was just picky because I was passionate about Rock N' Roll. The shows I went to were Celine Dion in Las Vegas, Backstreet Boys at the Electric Factory, The Lion King play in Baltimore, and Kenny Chesney at the Wachovia Center.
The venues were all different; the shows different enough to get a feel; and the performers crossed all genres. I thought the year would never end, I kept crying in my closet "Why am I doing this? This just won't end." Well once I came out of the closet, I realized it does get better. I had a vision through tearful eyes about Blogs N' Roses, a site to point out the intricate tape splices of Pet Sounds. The exact proper forum to write about microphone pops, guitar string shattering, and drunken escapades of front men during shows. The perfect place to meet musicians and help them promote their bands in my own special way. So see it does get better!
Some may not believe this story. I save all my ticket stubs and those naysayers, here are the four shows with their dates in one picture!
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