Mykki Blanco coined the phrase with his rap lyric "What the hell I godda prove to a room full of dudes who aint listening to my words cause they staring at my shoes" the sentiment frames this next post perfectly!!
FOR COLOURED BOYS
Lets not get it twisted with the pretty pictures and colourful cartoons. Having to validate 'me and mine' to ignorant people invading my space and pushing their privileged positions on me. You don't have to get it you just have to keep 'you and yours' to your dam self. Fuck!! write a blog if my being gay bothers you that much. If you feel the pressure of having 'gay' shit infiltrate your perfectly clean little bubble that's not my fault. Take a minute, look around and get in tune with the ways of the world.
How are you gonna notice a human being, let alone whats good for you when you spend your whole time staring at my sex! FUCKING STRAIGHT PEOPLE. I don't want to have to hear or care about your uncle or cousin or besty who happens to be gay. You saying that in a sentence when you meet another gay person is fucking patronizing. That's for your comfort and your piece of mind so you can feel like you relate to 'me and mine'.
But your relational politics are a fraud. Like telling me you know what it's like to be raped cause you saw it in a movie this one time. Like you know what prejudiced and intolerance is cause you know some black people up in your world. How bout acknowledging the limitations of your experience and you do you instead of informing me how much you know what it's like to be me.
As for the SAMOANS that don't get it. That's just some straight up bullshit. I see you populating the shadows and the awkward space like that's where babies are made. But it's simply cause no one would expect you have your hand down 'him and his'. I see you preaching your words of hate as all god fearing men do, but you practice the same as 'me and mine' while still in the grace of same god who sees all and knows all.
I feel like he enjoys watching you give head, get spit roast and spin back round and spit a prayer out like a warm wind just blew up your sunday best man skirt and tickled your fucking ballbags. I'm blessed he touched me. Then you get cuddle up to the boosem of your warm little lie and stare down your fucking nose at me like I'm fucking Judas because I happen to take ownership of me and my shit....FUCKYOU
You can kiss my gay samoan ass
KISS MY GAY SAMOAN ASS!!