You can't live your life, based on the way others want you to, or what others think. Because they'll be gone someday, and you will wish you didn't push that person away. A few years of being teased, or your whole life, messed up because you let that one thing go, so you could retain you "reputation"
Someone asked me yesterday
If I missed you
And at the time I didn’t know
If I wanted to say yes or no.
Maybe it was because the only thing that I actually missed about you
Was the way that you would touch me;
Your fingertips tracing the curves of my hips,
Your teeth on my neck,
Your fingernails drawing blood from my back,
Your mouth and hands in between my thighs.
You blew my mind
More than anyone else has before.
But saying that would make me a terrible person,
I don’t miss you
But I do miss fucking you
And I miss you fucking me.
being gay finally made me interesting.
I’m here for you all, anytime, anyday.