About 14 or 15 years ago my mother had a goal to see me graduate from high school. At the time, I was a freshman and she was slowly dying. Today that seems like a tacit admission of ignominious death. Had she lived a little longer, I suppose the next goal would have been to see me get married.

She and I never had a conversation about love. It wasn’t really discussed in our house or in any of my circles. That probably has an overbearing impact on who I am today.

One of the greatest unknowns in my life is whether she recognized, knew, or suspected that I am gay.

For heterosexual people (I dislike the term “straight”, as it implies I’m somehow bent, curved, or crooked) this isn’t much to think about. For me and I suspect many gay men and women today, it’s a potentially life-altering admission that isn’t always for the better.

My father, for all the good things he did for us growing up to provide for us, work in incredibly hard conditions, and be a generally very good person, once blatantly said, “I wouldn’t want one of them living in my house”. This was regarding a suspicion that I might be gay. I denied it. It wasn’t worth fighting. We haven’t spoken in the last two-going-on-three years. I suspect to most of my remaining family I am either living somewhere far away or possibly dead.

I got married Saturday. My family wasn’t there. And, in retrospect, nor were many of the people I’d consider a friend. I found it difficult to send many people an invitation assuming they wouldn’t really want to come. It forced me to think about who I would call in an emergency. Who would agree to spend a Friday night out at dinner. Who would want to travel somewhere. That list is incredibly small for me. It was bittersweet, but it was the one thing I worried about the most was the rejection of attendance.

Which is rich coming from me. I never liked weddings. I spent years avoiding them or just flat out ignoring them. There was nothing about them that sat well with me. It was illegal, unobtainable, and a social situation I generally do not fare well in. It’s no one’s fault but my own. So it goes.

But Saturday there was a single chair in the front of a relatively small crowd that contained a single red rose. It was mom’s favorite flower and the one we draped her casket with. I’m not generally one for symbolism, but this seemed fitting, and Jeremiah also wanted to recognize the absences of some of his family. Thanks to Heather for bringing a single fresh flower Saturday afternoon.

A Year of Planning

About a year ago at the end of this month I asked Jeremiah to marry me. It was out of a pumpkin delivered by a team of people at the Aristocrat pub. I’m sure I will spend years wondering why he said yes.

It took us a year and despite my constant tremors at spending an unholy amount of money, it came together. Jeremiah is truly fortunate to have a large group of friends and family that dropped everything and collected every dollar they could to fly out here from Connecticut and elsewhere. It’s not lost on me that he left a lot to come here to Indiana where I’m much more comfortable.

And I’m glad that despite the obvious tilt in attendance per side, that the people who came for me were there. We spent a lot of time trying to ensure everyone was comfortable and enjoyed their time, and I hope they did.

Jeremiah’s vows to me were touching and heartfelt and I’m surely extremely fortunate to have someone who loves me in such subtle and obvious ways.

Below were the vows I wrote for him and presented Saturday. Judging by more than a few tears, they apparently touched on something.

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This is an experience I did not imagine would happen. For a very long time it seemed impossible that I would ever stand somewhere here today. Not because I didn’t want to, but because far too many forces were pushing against me. Truth be told, I’ve only ever attended three weddings in my life, one of which was when I was a child. I’ve even made some effort to avoid going to weddings, of which I’m somewhat saddened by now.

But today I want to share three things with you. The first will give you some insight into my morning routine.

Every morning I put on my bike gear, snap on my cycling shoes, plug in my iPhone earbuds, and quietly tell Jeremiah to have a good day. Then I quietly walk out, give the dog a quick rub on his head, and get on my bike.

On the way to work I have 30 minutes of exercise to clear my mind and prepare for the day.

As soon as I get to my office I take my bike upstairs, grab my towel and a change of clothes, and head down to take a shower.

I say all this because there’s a process that extends beyond what Jeremiah sees every morning.

Because once I’m ready to shower, my ring comes off last. And when I get out of the shower, it’s the first thing that comes back on.

It’s a sharp change for me.

The second thing I want to share with you is when I knew something extraordinary was likely to be different about Jeremiah. It was on a cold day in Connecticut in September 2013.

We were sitting on that ridiculously large couch in your mostly empty apartment. You were talking about money.

I less than half-heartedly mentioned I knew a place “where you could live practically for free”. You sincerely entertained the idea of moving here to Indy.

And at some point a few weeks later when we left after dark in a big, rambling, moving truck, I thought, “Well. I guess this is a thing that’s happening.”

Which brings us to today, standing here before our closest friends and the third thing I want to share with you all: my vows to Jeremiah.

You took something of a vow that day when you reserved that moving truck.

You vowed with your actions to break through any pre-conceived notions about me and sought to understand and be with me. And I vow the same for you.

You vowed to let go of selfish feelings, attachment, and fear. And I vow to let go of selfish feelings, attachment, and fear. So that we can move forward together in everything.

I vow to be compassionate and to refrain from speaking harshly or deceptively about you or toward you.

And I vow to encourage you to be healthy, mindful, and, to do what is best now and in the future.

This becomes the new routine, but it extends beyond just every morning. It’s the new routine for every day. And it starts now.

Violence in Indy, what’s a white guy to do?

Indianapolis had a string of murders again this weekend. That’s not entirely unusual for a metro area, and we’re a long way from being Chicago, but it’s still alarming.

Except it isn’t. You don’t get to be surprised when an economically depressed (oppressed?) population starts turning to crime. As with most murders in Indy, these are almost always black-on-black male crimes, and they’re almost always young black males.

The headlines are things like, “Haven’t we had enough?” and the answer is, “Probably not.”

We as Americans, and fellow Indy residents, really have to admit that if we’re not interested in hefty gun control, it’s because we really don’t care about the people who shoot, or get shot at, in the streets. “That’s their problem, they can’t be tamed, but they could stop if they want to.” And even though that sounds outlandish, there is a grain of truth to that.

For the most part these cases are in the ghettos, and in midwestern cities that are racially segregated like Indianapolis, there’s not much that’s going to convince (white, voting, money-toting) people elsewhere to care about it. Short of fallout from a nuclear detonation on east 38th street, this is mostly the reason why people left or leave in the first place. And if they don’t, it’s why we all know, “You don’t go there, there, or there.”

Indeed, there’s a lot I admittedly don’t understand about all of this. Experts say we have to do things like re-entry programs, rehab, corrections, education, etc.

As a pretty white guy, I think I speak for a lot of white people when I say: “Okay?”

It’s hard for me to wrap my brain around this because it seems like, “Just be nice, don’t shoot people” ought to be a pretty simple rule to follow. In fact, it is a simple rule. I haven’t shot anyone today. And there are a bunch of people in really rural, impoverished, areas that also have not shot people. Just like there are a lot of people in ghettos that have not shot people today. But inner-cities have a problem that rural areas do not.

It’s probably not right to compare, but it seems logical to compare, say, east 10th street, with a rural county like Washington County (my childhood home).

Drugs are rampant in both, albeit different kinds. Both are often deeply religious. There are plenty of guns in both places. Both lack economic growth opportunities.

Except one place has access to high speed Internet (if, at least, just the infrastructure for it), transit and the ability to get places cheaply (including places where there are jobs), access to every book ever printed via libraries, and schools and universities and museums within walking distance or a short ride. Some of these are free, some are cheap, and some are certainly not. But the opportunities are at least sorta there.

So it’s hard not to at least look at the notion that this is an “odd” problem. What makes a group of teens on east 10th street likely to commit a crime, but a similar group in Washington County not really do anything illegal? Gangs, I guess, but that begs the question of why one group starts a gang and another doesn’t. Is it access to money, presumably drug money? But shouldn’t that be easily replicated anywhere and everywhere?

It’s also really hard for me to look at a story of a 19 year old gang member and say, “Well, if he’d just gone to pre-K, this wouldn’t have happened.” Maybe if it were part of an over-arching set of supports, but not by itself. And that makes it a harder sell cost-wise. Because if we’re going to agree we have to do X, Y, and Z, but we’re really only going to pay for X, then why bother doing anything at all? In my mind, if we’re not going to do something right, then we shouldn’t do it at all. That’s why when I look at a road, for example, and it doesn’t have a sidewalk and a curb and some lights and maybe some aesthetics, I figure, “Well why even bother having a road at all?” I’m kind of all-or-nothing like that.

Regardless, it seems pretty evident to me, as something of an outsider, that not much about this will get done. Because there’s clearly not much the government can reasonably or willingly do. We throw money at this all the time and get low returns. This is a time I’m solidly in the “personal responsibility” camp. We’ve built an infrastructure the likes of which this country has never seen in 200 years. I can’t force a person to read a book or teach themselves a skill, but it’s not like we don’t know how a person can get ahead. This feels like a matter of wants and desires, and some people want and desire things a majority of people don’t like.

And there’s evidently not much parents or adults are doing beyond praying. The Indy Ten-Point Coalition, a church group, shows up at shootings and I honestly don’t know what that does. Counseling, maybe? Which makes sense. My understanding from news reports is they work to disarm further violence in those areas. Which is good, obviously. But it’s a far cry from the prevention we seek from the start.

I get that there are “differing circumstances” where a kid can be abused, or malnourished, or have bad experiences in school, or any number of things. But again, isn’t that replicable in any number of places, even outside of inner-cities? I also get that I’m probably a prime target of someone yelling “white privilege!” at me, and I’ve practically fallen all over myself to yell it at myself in this post.

It’s hard, too, not to cynically think the only way this would become a “real” problem is if people started walking up to Carmel or Brownsburg or wherever to do their drive-bys.

Until then, more of the same.

And if you’re wondering what my solution would be if I were Dictator of the Universe: longer school days.

Stick the kids in class from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. where they’d be fed three meals a day, they’d have some class time, some dedicated study time, and activity time (sports, art, music, etc.). Ensure the teachers are top-quality and respected for their expertise by giving generous salaries and bonuses requisite with the work. Allow building principals to make determinations on teacher performance through enhanced evaluation techniques (interviews with students, other faculty, plus a ranking of grades, scores, and averages across classes, and all longer than a 5 minute “looks good!”).

Drop the high school diploma in favor of Associates Degree-level work. Make every effort to transport problem children (either discipline or academic) to specialists before “abandoning” them like we do now. I am, however, not a believer that “every child can be reached”. Some people are just sorta there. We all know who those folks are.

Give the kids just enough time to run home at night before they come back the next day. Keeps them out of broken homes, abuse, and malnourishment situations longer.

Expensive? Yep. But that’s probably “Y” and “Z” I alluded to earlier, where “X” is “prison”.

Using a 12″ Retina MacBook Pro as a primary machine in the real world

I’ve been using a 12” Retina MacBook as my primary machine for the last week and I quite like it. It’s more capable than you think. I’m telling you that you probably can quite easily and efficiently do any kind of work beyond “light web browsing and email” up to a much further point than you thought.

Now, I have a long history of using devices in ways most people in my ilk find insane. I’m a creative professional. In my Dock, Photoshop, Illustrator, and InDesign are all running. As is a host of other smaller apps like Mail, Safari, iTunes (okay, that’s not small), Transmit, and others. I’m not “easy” on the workload of my machines.

My last machine? A 15” Retina MacBook Pro with 8GB of RAM. I know. What is wrong with me, indeed. There are so many reviews out there about this machine and probably no one will stumble across this because I’m not John Gruber, but I wanted to report some of my findings.

The Keyboard

Much to Marco’s vexation, I quite like the keyboard. I’m actually a pretty good touch typist on glass with my iPad Air, and this isn’t far off from the feel of that. The buttons still move and make satisfyingly rhythmic tapping sounds. But even if I weren’t, I’m a sentient human being capable of adapting to minor changes like a keyboard button. We did it with our phones, we can do it with minor variations in physical keyboards. Heck, we do it all the time anyway every time we step up to a public computer terminal.

The Trackpad

I quite like the trackpad, too. It doesn’t bother me one bit. Maybe I’m not fussy enough, I dunno. But it works, it feels like a click despite being just a haptic feedback click, and it works well for touch-clickers and force-clickers alike. I am, to be clear, a long-time user of tap-to-click. It’s quieter and easier for me. Always has been.

The Screen

This is where this machine gets interesting, not because of its Retina quality (which is nice), but because it’s 12”. It’s not 11” and it’s not 13”. I’ve wanted a 12” display for so long. 13” to me seems big. When I use my laptop I want it to be light and small so it can fit in my backpack and rest comfortably as I cycle in to the office.

15” is relatively no different than 13” to me. I can’t discern the difference when I’m not looking at it. And, to be fair, when I am looking at it it’s not dramatic.

The Price & Specs

When people look at the MacBook the reviews always go to, “It’s nice, but it’s expensive.” Well, is it? Because I priced this machine with a 13” MacBook Air *at the same memory and hard drive allocation*. Once you up the Air to 8GB of RAM, suddenly it’s the exact same price.

I’ve used an Air before, and for a long time it was my primary machine. But I’m done with non-Retina displays. The future is here now and I don’t want to go back. To me, the Air is dead.

So the price isn’t all that different once you compare comparable specs.

The Processor

This is where this is a downside. At 1.1 GHz the MacBook’s processor is lowly. My MacBook Pro had a 2 GHz quad-core i7 Intel chip. That’s a big difference.

Except I don’t feel it. I don’t notice it except in rare circumstances. Those rare circumstances:

  1. Comparing the MacBook to the MacBook Pro side-by-side.
  2. Saving a really big Photoshop file.

So how big is the difference? I wanted to do some real-world tests. Geek bench and other clock speed tests are useless to me.

So I took a short 15 minute video in Final Cut Pro and opened it and exported it out on each machine.

The MacBook Pro rendered it in 14 minutes. The MacBook in 18.

I don’t know about you, but four minutes does not make a big difference to me. I recognize that if you do it all day that adds up, but even if you do it all day, that’s not that much of a difference. It’s an extra bathroom break in a day.

So when I look at these speeds I had to recognize the obvious: I’m paying for a lot of screen and weight so I can save 4 minutes here and there.

Other Conclusions

It’s not worth it, so I’m selling that MacBook Pro. I come away with the same RAM and disk space, slightly smaller screen but of equally unmatched quality and pixel density, and shed about 3 pounds.

The result is I use my computer more often away from my desk. And if you’re wondering about the lack of ports, that’s why this isn’t much of a concern to me: plug it into a monitor or hub and you’re fine. The kinds of people that worry about that already have this stuff sitting around anyway.

And because I use my computer more often away from my desk, I find I’m more productive and do more at home. That’s either a plus or a minus, depending on how you look at it.

Also a plus: this thing has the best speakers I’ve ever heard on any of Apple’s laptops except the 15” Retina MacBook Pro. But they’re darn close.

Future Revisions

My greatest hope for future revisions is actually about the charger. I don’t mind too much about the lack of MagSafe, even though that was really great. What I mind is this cable is ridiculous to wind up, store, and move. I get the advertised 8-10 hours of battery life on this thing, but I still have to tote a charger around. There’s no cord hooks on this MacBook’s power brick, so it’s pretty awful to carry. I can imagine it’ll get worn out just from sitting in a bag wrapped around itself over time.

Indianapolis should abandon parts of the city

My house is in a completely useless part of town. I live on the southeast side of Indianapolis and you’d be excused if you didn’t know what was down there. It’s a sparsely populated (relative to the rest of town) area with no major industry or cultural significance. So is much of the southwest and northwest side. They should be abandoned by the City.

In the 70’s when then-Mayor Richard Lugar put together the UniGov plan to merge the City of Indianapolis and Marion County governments, it made sense with the information they had. It increased the tax base, propped up and spread the wealth around a bit, and was a useful mechanism for capturing suburban flight.

But today the suburbs extend beyond Marion County, which in all aspects should be considered exurbs. The suburbs we inherited through to today, like Lawrence, Beech Grove, Speedway, and Southport, don’t even want to be part of Indianapolis. And as we’ve seen with mergers of fire departments and other services, there’s really not a ton of savings to be had from merging them in anymore.

Indianapolis should abandon the outer portions of Marion County and some of the inner rings, and I’m not talking about “undoing UniGov”. I’m talking about consciously declaring no more investment in those areas.

What are these areas? Anything south of Raymond is a good start. On the southeast side anything east of Emerson and south of Brookville can go. And on the southwest side, anything east of Kentucky Ave and again south of Raymond can go. To facilitate some thoroughfares and chunks that have “expensive infrastructure”, like the Harding Street IPL plant, maintain corridors along Harding, Troy, South Emerson, and Meridian and Madison. That props up the University of Indianapolis, some decent development along the northern boundary of Johnson County, existing hospitals, and electric infrastructure.

Likewise, on the Northwest Side anything in that corner of town north of Eagle Creek Park and south of US 52 in Pike Township can go.

Maintaining these borderline rural areas of Pike, Franklin, and Decatur Townships is cost prohibitive and holds the rest of the viable City back.

Decatur Township has a population of 32,000 people. Franklin with 54,000 and is so broke they can’t afford to bus kids to school, and Pike 78,000.

Whereas Center Township has 146,000, Lawrence 118,000, Perry 108,000, Warren with 99,000, Washington with 132,000, and Wayne 137,000.

In other words, Decatur, Franklin, and Pike Townships have only slightly more people combined than any of the others do alone.

What specifically, then, should Indianapolis do?

  • Resolve not to expand roads in the south side and northwest side, barring the unlikely advances necessary to support Indianapolis International Airport.
  • Only major existing corridors like the aforementioned Madison, Troy, and Harding Streets, should be maintained modestly.
  • Building permits should be denied in these zones.
  • Water and sewer infrastructure should maintained to the necessity of public safety and health, as should police, fire, and medical coverage.
  • As buildings deteriorate, fail, or are otherwise abandoned, they should be razed.
  • Public transit should stop service.
  • Public schools should close and be razed as population declines.

Indianapolis, like a lot of cities, are unable to do enough to maintain a high quality of life in large parts of town. Lack of viable sidewalk, sewer, transit, fitness, multi-use, and new roads are plague these parts of town now. Indianapolis should signal to the people who live there, “We will not be investing any more in these parts of town.” Stop people from moving there expecting to receive viable services.

Taxes for those residents living in these zones should be maintained at current legal levels and instead of updating sewers, roads, etc. as needed, money should instead be spent on buying people out of their homes, allowing the elderly and those with no mortgages to sustain themselves, or assisting them with relocating. This will be a long process that will take over a generation. But in three, four, five, generations, Indianapolis will have a stronger core at a sustainable rate of taxation and investment.

When the City looks around and doesn’t know how to pay for or maintain the roads it has, you have too many roads. When schools don’t know how to pay for or maintain their buildings or get kids to school, you screwed up and live in an unsustainable area.

Return it to a truly rural area and leave it as such for those that choose or desire that life. But as with a rural life, that comes with no municipal water, sewer, transit, numerous roads, sidewalks, parks, or other desired municipal benefits.

Refocus the efforts and money of the City’s resources to the parts of town where people can receive more benefit.

This dance we’re doing of trying to keep stuff together isn’t working, because most of these Townships are falling apart or undesirable.

The only way to fix this without abandonment is to receive State legislation barring more development in the outer ring “doughnut” counties, which would force smarter land use and make developing Pike, Franklin, and Decatur Townships more desirable to developers and make rehabilitating existing structures necessary. This would, however, drive up real estate prices and rents, which can be useful and harmful at the same time.

We have too much city proclaiming to be an actual city. It isn’t, and it’s dragging the rest of the area down.

Sex is gross and other things we learned Friday

Maybe you heard, but the Supreme Court finally put the gay marriage debate to rest last week.

I have had so many opinions for so long on this, and most of them do nothing to make anyone happy. I don’t fit into this neat little “us vs. them” on some things, and in other respects I want nothing but to see “the other side” destroyed. Allow me to explain…

Marriage should be private

Rand Paul seems to have come out for private marriage literally yesterday, at least vocally. I’ve long told people marriage is an obnoxious merging of church and state. As long as we tolerate that, we’re going to keep having problems.

Marriage should be reserved for churches and religious institutions. The government should be in the civil union business. You can get one, the other, or both. So if you’re not religious and want to get together for legal and financial benefits, the government can square that up. If you’re religious but don’t want to involve the government, your church can take care of that in the view of your faith. If you want both, get both.

This way no one has any problem either way, except in cases where people get miffed at churches for being way behind the times in most cases. I can see an instance where the Catholic church, for instance, might catch heat for not allowing same-sex marriages for the next 100 years or whatever.

But again, this is where the government can divorce itself of church and allow people flexibility and basic protections, as it should.

Republicans and Democrats are right

Great, I can get married now. But I can still be fired for it in a majority of states.

The Republicans and Democrats on the Supreme Court are not wrong. Chief Justice Roberts is not wrong when he says the Constitution has “nothing to do with” marriage.

This is just a muddy, gray area where a compass is pointing in one direction and our laws are not.

Our government is designed in such a way that when one branch is weak or ineffective, other branches will step up. So in the absence of a functioning Congress, our Executive (the President) and Judiciary (the Court), step in to fill the void just because pressing matters continue to be problems. Problems don’t stop just because Congress puts their hands over their ears.

So without Congress, SCOTUS stepped up and did what we did in the 60s with race: a big fat fiat that pushes things along. Does anyone think that Mississippi would have done away with slavery if not for the federal government? It took them this long just to kinda think about taking down the flag they used to represent that whole movement.

The Court’s opinions were weak. The reasoning was, basically, “Just because people have moved this way”.

I’m tired of this fight and every one after it

I generally do not like to be a “fighter”. So when I hear things like, “This battle isn’t over” or “The fight continues” for other rights and protections, I am thoroughly exhausted. I’m the guy who just gets up and goes to do something else.

But I am also incredibly irritated, angry, and confused.

I am irritated and angry by religious people. Every last one of them. I don’t care if you’re in an “open and affirming” church or the Church of Cannabis. I am angered by the very existence of religion most all of the time.

Every time a terrorist blows themselves up in the name of Allah, or someone answers any question with “CAUSE JESUS!”, or anytime someone votes in a State house or Congress to do something because of their faith, I am absolutely enraged.

For every major problem we face as a city, a state, a country, and as a people I can almost always trace it back to the tentacles of religion telling someone “This is okay”. It is not okay.

I am still shocked that we, as a country, have not heard stories of school children writing “God” in an answer field on a test when solving a question for “x”. Or adults claiming they don’t need to take a driver’s test, but still deserve a license, because “God told them so” and then filing court cases or petitions to make their non-answer the ONE TRUE ANSWER. That’s in “voices in your head” territory, but I have no doubt that if that happened, some base somewhere would get fired up to get it done.

My experience in church for years was one of shock and horror. People openly praying and opining for things like a job, their health, or marriage. For a group of people closely aligned with the “personal responsibility” crowd, they seemed to take little of it. The people praying for health so frequently ate crap and didn’t exercise. The people praying for a job seem incapable of reading a book other than the Bible to help them increase their skills. The people praying for their marriage don’t seem inclined to talk to each other, but instead to God. I’m aware there’s something to be said for “God enabling people” or “Giving you to the tools”, but not many people seem to catch that hint at the churches I sat in for years. Not to mention the notion that every bad thing that you do is “Satan”, because without him you might have to take responsibility for your own failure.

When it comes to some sort of culture war, my libertarian bent doesn’t want to care. Just leave me alone. And you dictating terms of my government defies that. This is like the government dictating what we can eat for dinner because someone’s a vegetarian.

I get it, you think gays are gross

Sex is pretty gross. All of it. Men have a floppy piece of ugly urine-piping, women have a smelly cavern of blood and urine, and everyone poops.

When people say “Being gay is a choice”, “Gays can’t have sex”, “Gay sex is an abomination”, that seems to ignore the obvious reality that all sex is pretty gross and everyone who has sex is touching something or putting something somewhere that leaks something.

And gay people no more choose to blow a bag of dicks than any straight woman or no more than any straight man chooses to fondle breasts. You like what you like, because you do.

And yeah, Pride parades are pretty weird. But don’t tell me that the Snake Pit at the Indy 500 is some bastion of upstanding class and purity. Or wrestling hogs or running a mud dash at a county fair isn’t a little unusual.

At the heart of all of my feelings, there’s one inescapable logical conclusion that causes my sense of confusion: people think and do what they do because it’s what they do. I can’t change people’s minds, I can only try to carry on and, at best, ignore them. People have different opinions and thoughts, and I am not blind to that.

But it becomes very hard for me to do as my mother said and “mind my own business” when people go running around making laws making it impossible.

Religious people ruined marriage

If anyone’s ruining marriage, it has to be religious people. They’re the only ones who had it! If your neighbor’s ladder breaks and he blames you for it because you asked to borrow it a month ago, that’s pretty rich. Or, more aptly, if he blames you for his ladder breaking after yelling at you to not even look at it.

Marriage wasn’t any better or worse off yesterday than it is today or will be next week vs 600 years ago.

Stop calling me a faggot

I got called a faggot last week. In Indianapolis. Just walking down the street. Like I have countless times before. I don’t yell “Tiny penis!” randomly back at you.

So learn to leave people alone.