Somewhere over the rainbow, past the bog of eternal stench, situated just past the second star to the right and straight on till the hangover ends lives the most rare sub species of the gay community: the gay gamer. In recent times, we've come to be known as simply "Gaymers".
We are the outcasts' outcasts' OUTCASTS!!! And before you ask, why yes, the extra exclamation points are beyond necessary. They really drive the point home I think. It's always the toughest box to climb out of because every last person I run into has about a hundred and one pre-conceived notions about who I am, where I come from, and how is it with as much time I spend sitting in a chair and gaming my life away, do I manage to make sure my tummy doesn't stick past my belt. Simple really. I mix a healthy and moderate dose of gaming with exercise, a high protein-low carb diet, and every conceivable fat burning pill the FDA has yet to catch.... wait... where'd I go?
At any rate, I've spent most of my life silently hiding the "less appealing" parts of my gaymer personality in lieu of more acceptable personality traits. Because let's face it: I was trying to get some. Except now I'm done. I've decided to be unapologetically me and let the world bask in my ambience. I hear my ambience is nice to be around; or so the voices in my head keep telling me. I have no real idea why I'm doing this other than the mere fact that I have entirely too much free time on my hands and about a million and one thoughts spilling out of my brain. It's gotta go somewhere. Since the information superhighway has more off-ramps than you can shake a disco stick at, it's going there.
By the way, if you ARE coming along for the journey, you may wanna bring a motion sickness bag... and maybe some pearls to clutch along the way.
