(via maybemartha)
i really wish that there has been at least one time where this has happened to me. i’d never know, obviously, because that’s the whole point of this fantasy; that you don’t see the cute girl rubber-necking after you walk by. it happens when i walk down haight or through castro, but it’s usually a quick up-down from an on the verge of being creepy gay dude who stares way too long directly into my eyes. sometimes i guess it’s flattering if it’s innocent, but cat calling, “hot stuff” like a greased up, construction worker ‘bear’ with a smirk no more than six inches from my face is a little over the top, dude.
i think i hope that some girl has longingly gawked at me because i do it all the time.
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