Is it gay to play a string instrument?

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I play viola and I'm afraid I might be gay
 

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There isn't a very good rhyme for a monthly vote, albeit. We've had "queer of the year," and a "freak of the week" would also rhyme, but what is there to rhyme with "month?" If they had a lisp, we could call them the "dunce of the month," ("dunth" of the month) but that's about the closest I can think of for a disparaging rhyme.
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There isn't a very good rhyme for a monthly vote, albeit. We've had "queer of the year," and a "freak of the week" would also rhyme, but what is there to rhyme with "month?" If they had a lisp, we could call them the "dunce of the month," ("dunth" of the month) but that's about the closest I can think of for a disparaging rhyme.
Gay of the thirty-day
 
Jimbo is retarded and likes oneshot which I think meets the criteria enough.
He has had e sex with someone pretending to be Mist and he has had e sex with Terry twice. I feel bad for the glowies who spy on this place and look at his antics
 
I'd like to see once instance in which I displayed interest in another woman
hot damn its a dykefest in here
best instance I got.
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I push Terry’s wheelchair down the sidewalk, listening to the whirring of the wheels as I take in the sights of the park. It’s not as if anything has changed, really.
The flowers are the same, the birds are the same, and the passerby are just as insignificant as before. But still, it feels like I’m in a new world. It’s vibrant, it’s beautiful, so much so that it’s overwhelming. And I know why.
I look down at the girl in the wheelchair. Terry. The girl who’s altered the entire course of my life. I thought I’d be alone forever. I couldn’t see myself living to 30. But when I’m with her, I can see a future, I can see myself happy.
I steel myself as I speak to her. She makes me nervous, even about the simple things.
“So, Terry. How have you been lately? We haven’t met in a while.”
I try to sound casual, but it’s difficult when I feel this way. All I want is to take her in my arms right now, to hold her and never let her go. But I can’t tell her, I’m too scared of tainting our friendship now.
“Oh, uhm, well.. it’s my birthday.”
I act surprised, although I already knew. I don’t want to spoil anything just yet.
“It’s your birthday? Well, happy birthday! Did you do anything with your family yet?”
Her face shifts into a more morose expression.
“I-I.. they don’t celebrate my birthday. I don’t think they even know when it is.”
I see her eyes begin to well up with tears, but she’s clearly trying to put on a brave face in front of me. I almost tell her my plans now. I can’t stand to see her so sad.
“Are you serious? That’s terrible. I’m so sorry, Terry.”
She tries to shrug it off, but I can tell it’s getting to her.
“It’s fine… it’s not like it matters anyways.”
I let out a small hum in response, shaking my head.
“That’s not true, Terry. You shouldn’t say that about yourself.”
Finally, I’ve reached the spot. It’s a tucked away area in the park with a picnic table, where I’ve left my cooler and a wrapped present. I quickly cover her eyes with my hand, using my free hand to wheel her in front of the table
“H-hey! What are you doing? Is this a prank?”
I struggle to reach the cooler with my foot, pulling it towards me so I can place the cake in front of her. I quickly light the candles on the cake and then uncover her eyes.
“Happy birthday to you…”
She looks down at the cake, seemingly taken aback.
“Happy birthday to you..”
She looks up at me, unable to hold back her tears anymore. This time, though, she’s smiling.
“Happy birthday dear Terry, Happy birthday to you!”
Suddenly, she reaches out to me, hugging me as tightly as she can. I can feel her tears wetting my shirt, but I don’t care. I run my hands through her short purple hair.
“Shhh.. shh. It’s alright, Terry.”
She grips the back of my shirt, sobbing.
“T-thank you, I-I’m so happy, I just don’t know what to say… I..”
I shake my head.
“Hey, you don’t need to thank me. It’s the least I could do for you.”
I pull back, bending down to pick up the present.
“Here, I got you a present.”
I hand it to her, grinning from ear to ear. She looks up, wiping her tears away and sniffling. She unwraps the packaging, and pulls out an envelope.
“Yeah, I got you an envelope, I know it’s your dream to have one”
She giggles, opening the envelope gently. She unfolds the paper inside and adjusts her glasses to read it.
“A medical bill….?”
I laugh, nodding my head.
“Not just any medical bill. This is for an experimental treatment. One to help you learn to walk. I made a deal with your parents, and they said you can get it as long as I pay for it.”
Any attempt to dry away her tears from earlier has proven futile as she bursts into tears again.
“O-Oh my god… you’re serious? T-thank you… thank you…”
She tries to hug me again, but accidentally falls out of her chair. Luckily, I catch her before she hits the ground. She clings onto me, burying her face into my shoulder.
“W-why are you doing this for me…?”
She looks up at me, trying to stop the flow of tears.
“Because I love you.”
She smiles softly.
“I l-love you too.”
 
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