The Women in my Life

Seeing all of the coverage and celebration of international women’s day made me think about the women in my life. I’m so lucky to be surrounded by amazing, talented, intelligent, strong and inspiring women who have shaped me in so many ways and continue to inspire me with everything they achieve and every time they succeed.

I can’t pretend to completely understand the struggles and barriers that women face, because I simply don’t face them. But what I can do is listen, learn, and pay attention to the experience of women in today’s society. I think we all have a responsibility to do that.

I have so much respect for the women who surround me because they continue to thrive in a world that tells them how they should look, dress, act, and live their life in general.

From what I can see, women are either accused of being too slutty or not slutty enough. They’re criticised for being too ambitious then not ambitious enough. But in a world that places this immense pressure on women, I’ve seen women in my life who are not afraid to dress and act how they like, and women who know what they deserve out of life and aren’t afraid to admit it and pursue it.

Here’s to the progress that’s been made and the progress that needs to be made. Here’s to the change that women have achieved and the change that is coming.

I’m so thankful for the intelligent, hard working, talented, creative, and strong women in my life.


My Coming Out Story

Newsflash! I’m pretty gay. And like most gay people, if not all gay people, I came out at some stage of my life. There was never any big announcement. I came out gradually to different people and friend groups at different times.

I think the reality for most gay people is that you never really stop coming out. Generally if you meet someone new, whether through work or college or school or any other social interaction, you presume they’re straight, don’t you? Unless they explicitly point out the fact that they’re gay, or portray certain “gay” stereotypes, we have no reason to believe that they’re anything other than the social norm or the default sexuality that is being straight. I could talk about the issue of heteronormativity for a whole series of blog posts, but I just wanted to point that out before going on to talk about my experience with coming out to the people that matter most to me and to the world. As bitter as it sounds, I think that’s one of the things that straight people take for granted. They don’t need to explain their sexual preferences to people on a regular basis. I would love to not have to do that, but unfortunately I do.

ANYWAYSSSSS, we shall continue with this post, about how I tip toed out of the closet.

The first person I came out to was a friend. I was 16, and she was pretty shocked and thought I was messing (as far as I remember), because I had been denying being gay for so long and even did that classic thing of trying to cover up my sexuality by pretending to be homophobic and having a problem with gay people. That’s why I’m pretty sure most homophobes are the way they are,  because they are desperate to hide in the closet.

A few more friends followed after that. Some were surprised and some weren’t so much. But the big one was my Mam. That was the one I was most terrified about. Me and my Mam have always been close and I absolutely love her to pieces (like I love my whole family), and the one thing I didn’t want to change was my relationship with her.

In the back of my head I knew that she wouldn’t have a problem with it. I knew she wasn’t homophobic and she wasn’t going to kick me out onto the street. But I was afraid that things were going to change. That’s what I was most afraid of  when coming out to most people. I wasn’t so afraid of rejection or people telling me I was sick, disgusting, or going straight to hell. I was terrified that everything was suddenly going to be different.

Anyway, in October 2012, in the middle of an EastEnders episode, I just blurted it out to my Mam. I think I then went on to explain that I had a bag packed and she could kick me out if she wanted to because I couldn’t change who I was. I can’t remember it very accurately. My emotions were running so high that it’s all a bit blurry. I was so nervous that I felt drunk (before I even knew what being drunk felt like).

Saying that I was gay required me to be the bravest I have ever been. I think someone who has never had to come out before will never understand how terrifying it can be.

We had a little cry. She told me she was proud of me. And she told me that nothing was going to change and everything was going go be fine. Well, she lied about one thing. Things did change, but they changed so much for the better.

Since then, I have still never had a bigger sigh of relief. It was like I finally dumped the weight of a mountain off of my shoulders. I could finally be myself. Nothing feels better than finally excepting who you are and refusing to be anything other than that.

My mam along with the rest of my family could not have been more supportive and understanding.

My Dad was away at the time. I waited until he went away because I couldn’t deal with telling the both of them at the same time. When he came home, him and my Mam spent a few minutes in the other room, and then my Dad came into me in the front room, staring right at me. His arm raised and my paranoid brain was convinced that I was about to get punched in the face. Instead he put his hand out to shake mine, and told me that he was so proud of me and that it took some amount of guts to admit who I was. And trust me, it took so much guts.

Okay, let’s move onto the first person from school that I told, and you’ll probably get a laugh out of this one. So one day the two of us were walking home from school. I was 17 at this stage, and I can’t exactly remember how, but an opportunity came up for me to drop it into the conversation. So I did. And you know what? SHE DIDN’T HEAR ME. At first I thought she ignored it and I presumed that was because she had a problem with it. I got so panicky about that. I thought she was going to tell everyone that I was gay and my school life would be hell. A lot of people in my school would have been less than kind about it.

But a few weeks later, I brought it up casually in conversation because I presumed she already knew. And she just turned to me with a shocked look and her face and said “what”. I ALREADY TOLD YOU THIS. After this, the two of us had such a laugh about the whole confusion and she told me that she didn’t care what my sexuality was. We were still good mates like we were before her semi-functioning ears eventually received the words I was feeding them. I still love her and we are still best friends today. Nowadays I just make sure that she hears my dramatic outbursts the first time round.

I could type out thousands of words about all of the different times I came out of the closet, because I still have to do it today. I’ve been told before that I don’t “seem gay”. I presume that’s because I don’t constantly have rainbow print somewhere on my attire and I just dress, talk, walk and act like most other lads a lot if the time.

Unfortunately, I’ll probably continue to come out for the rest of my life. One thing that makes me extremely uncomfortable is when people presume I’m straight. When people ask me if I have a girlfriend, or when lads ask me if I think a certain girl is a “ride”, I have to do the whole coming out shebang AGAIN. It can be exhausting, but unfortunately that’s the reality we live in. Straight is the norm and anything other than that has to be pointed out, otherwise you will be presumed to be part of that norm and lads will think you’re flirting with their girlfriends when really you just love her outfit, or girls will think you’re flirting with them when you’re just being really friendly. Believe me, both happen more often than you’d think.

For some reason I wanted to share that. I’ve written a few blog posts about my experiences as a gay man, but I’ve never actually addressed how and when I came out of the closet and what it was like.

To put it simply, it was terrifying, liberating, nerve wrecking, and changed my life for the better. While it turned out to be one of the most positive experiences of my life, I’m not going to sit here and tell everyone who is in the closet to come out and everything will be okay. That wouldn’t be fair, because I realise how lucky I am to come from a certain family and a certain part of the world, where I am accepted and loved for who I am. I know everyone isn’t that lucky.

What a lot of people don’t realise is that coming out to yourself is just as difficult as coming out to other people. I remember thinking to myself “yeah I’m attracted to men, I have no interest in any sort of physical relations with women. But I’m not gay”.

I think I wanted to write this because I wanted to explain how difficult it actually can be to first of all come to terms with the fact that you are different from, feel like you have to hide that from the world, and then to eventually decide that you need to be honest with the world about who you are.

Coming out was probably one of the most difficult things I have ever had to do. Before coming out, all I wanted was a button to press that could turn me straight so that I wouldn’t have to deal with any of this. All I wanted to be was normal. Today, being normal is my biggest fear. There’s nothing I would hate more. How boring, right?

18 Things I Would Tell my 18 Year Old Self

Just like 15, 16 and 17 year old Brian (and let’s be real, current Brian too), 18 year old Brian could be a bit of a weapon at times. When I was 18 I studied like a mad man for the Leaving Cert, finished school, started college, dropped out of college three weeks later, started my first job, discovered my love for nights out, and watched way too much Desperate Housewives and Pretty Little Liars. Obviously I now have the gift of hind-sight (which I recently learned wasn’t spelled ‘heinz-sight’) and there’s just a few things that I would have loved my 18 year old self to know.

The sesh isn’t everything. Although you should go out and have fun and meet new people, there is more to life than going out and drinking. The year you take off in between school and college to just work in your part time job will be one of the best times of your life, because you can relax and just focus on having a good time. But it’s also a good opportunity to explore your interests and talents and discover what makes you happy.

Be loud and proud! You’re going to come tumbling out of the closet anyway so you may as well do it in style.

Take more pictures! You don’t take enough! You’ll want loads of photos to look back on when you think back to your graduation from school, your debs, the crazy nights out you had when it was all new to you, and maybe even your three week stint in a primary teaching degree course.

White polo shirts are never a good look, and please don’t wear them on a night out.

Stand up for yourself. If you think your friend is acting out of order, say it. If you’re too nice people are going to walk all over you. You deserve to be treated with respect so don’t settle for less than that.

Go to the dentist. Your teeth look fine but it has been like 6 years, just go and get a check-up.

Stop talking about doing stuff and just do it. You talk a lot about maybe starting a blog or a YouTube channel. Stop talking and start doing.

Stand up to straight guys who think you’re a prop they can use to experiment or show everyone how quirky they are. Some straight men are going to touch you inappropriately, say very dirty and graphic things to you, and flirt with you non-stop. Believe it or not, this will happen quite often in social situations and even in the workplace. Call them out on it. It’s inappropriate and you’re more than just a novelty gay person for them to play with. When you really think about it, it’s harassment and you shouldn’t stand for it. There’s a difference between flirty banter and inappropriate behaviour.

You can’t avoid failure, so take it in your stride. You’re going to fail and f**k up sometimes, so give yourself a few minutes to dwell on it and keep on going.

Don’t take it all so seriously. Don’t stress so much about getting your first college choice because when you get it you’re going to drop out anyway. Just enjoy yourself and see where life takes you.

You’re going to meet so many amazing people in the next few years so make as many memories as you can. Through college and various jobs, you’ll meet some fantastic people. Create as many memories with them as possible. They’re a fab bunch.

Ask for help if you need it. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, anxious or stressed, it’s okay to look for help.

Stop wearing boot cut jeans. I’m begging you. Skinny jeans will suit you far better.

Don’t be afraid to express your opinions. If you disagree with someone on something, don’t be afraid to say so. You don’t have to get into an argument, but if you have a different opinion to theirs, express it and don’t be afraid to stand up for what you believe in. And trust me, the more you learn about politics and society in the next few years, your opinions are going to be strong.

When you start buying people drinks as if you have millions in the bank it’s time to put your pint down and go home. You serve people popcorn in a cinema. You’re not the CEO of Google. Your bank account is crying.

NEVER put yourself down. You are amazing and talented and you should never feel bad about yourself because of what other people are saying or doing. And when someone compliments you or tells you that you’re smart and talented, don’t brush it off. Accept the compliment. They’re saying it for a reason.

Stop paying attention to how everyone else is living their life and just live yours. If you’re going to continue to look at what other people have that you don’t, you’re going to be stressed until the day you die. Comparing yourself to others is a one way ticket to poor mental health.

And finally, just live in the moment and enjoy it. There is plenty of time to worry about the future and what you’re going to do with your life. That’s for current 22 year old Brian (who is about to finish college and enter the real world) to worry about.


I Went Through Some Old Memory Boxes and Found Some Odd Things

So we all keep stuff from the past. I have old shoeboxes that I used to just throw stuff into, but I haven’t gone through them in a few years. So, I thought it would be a fun idea to dust then off and see what younger Brian used to think was sentimental and worth keeping. Just be warned, you will cringe a lot. Not because any of it is particularly emotional or meaningful, but because younger Brian thought that for some bizarre reason, older Brian would he happy that he kept these things. Here we go….

An old N-Dubz poster

As I’ve shamefully stated before on my blog, being a massive N-Dubz fan played a massive role in my attempts at hiding my raging gayness. Also, LOOK AT HOW LOW THE ONE ON THE RIGHT IS WEARING HIS TRACKSUIT BOTTOMS. Sir you are in public please pull them up.

And their tour poster, which I obviously went along to

The “Love Live Life” tour was lit. I have still never seen so much Adidas in one room.

My Black Eyed Peas merchandise

Before N-Dubz, Black Eyed Peas were my thing, and I had everything from t-shirts to mugs (I still have that actually) to posters to key rings. I have no idea where most of it went, maybe they took my place in the closet. I have no idea why I had keyrings because I don’t think I even had keys.

Some spectacular art work of mine

My school journal from transition year

How bad-ass were my initials? That exclamation point at the end really brought across how much of a hard man I was.

Transition year was an odd one, and I clearly wasn’t happy about the lack of stuff I was doing.

OMG I just realised while uploading that picture that I wrote N-Dubz and Skepta on the page wow I would love to go back and punch 15 year old Brian.

This cap that used to display my wanderlust

I might start wearing this again lol.

One of my amazing creations from when I studied wood work in school

SHOCKER! I also wrote N-Dubz on this one.

Some banging bling

Another school journal

I just really enjoyed writing my name for some reason.

Some LIT holiday pics

It’s like a horror film. I don’t want to look but I can’t look away.

I have no idea who this is….

Me making new friends

I honestly just don’t know what to say

Old concert tickets

Ne-Yo was my first concert, before all of the Black Eyed Peas and N-Dubz cringy-ness kicked off.

Well, there you have it. 22 year old Brian has no idea why 15 year old Brian would keep any of these things, and 30 year old Brian will probably wonder why 22 year old Brian decided to share them on a blog. But hey, I hope you can have a laugh at my painful embarrassment.


22 Life Lessons in 22 Years

Wow, I’m 22. That snook up on me super quick and it feels like only yesterday I was only a mere babe fresh out of my school years. Like every other person roaming the planet, I’ve had both good and bad experiences that have taught me about life and about myself. Here’s 22 things I’ve learned in 22 years of strutting through life.

We can only do our best. We all feel overwhelmed sometimes, but at the end of the day, we can only try our best. Sometimes I feel pressure to work harder, be a better friend, or just live life more. All I can do is my best and nothing more. YOU’RE DOING FINE SWEETIE!

Social Media isn’t real life. It just simply isn’t. My life isn’t as black and white or as exciting as I make it out to be on social media and I don’t think anyone’s is. We all have days when we’re down, stressed, bored out of our brains or feeling a bit insecure. Someone’s Instagram account isn’t what their life is actually like, so don’t look at someone’s social media accounts and think “ugh, they are goals”.

Sharpay Evans was the real victim. Seriously, they came onto her turf without any prior experience or even interest and stole her joy from her. JUSTICE FOR SHARPAY! If you don’t get this reference then you need to take a long, hard look at yourself. WILDCATS!

Facebook isn’t a diary. This is something that my 15 year old self didn’t realize and it’s something that came back to bite my 22 year old self in the ass through the invention of Facebook memories. I wrote a whole blog post compiling some of my old embarrassing Facebook posts which you can check out here: Some of teenage Brian’s odd and embarrassing Facebook posts. Beware, it will make you cringe til you can’t cringe no more.

A little support goes a long way. Since starting my blog, I’ve realized how much a Facebook comment, like or share, or even a message can mean to someone. Every single one means so much to me, and I’ve started to make a conscious effort to show a little more support to every blogger, YouTuber, photographer, musician or general content creator I know, because I know how much that support can mean to someone.

I’m not in a race. My life is moving at the pace and in the direction it is supposed to, and I shouldn’t judge or evaluate my own life based on what other people are doing. Some people are ten steps ahead of me and some people are on completely different paths all together. I make decisions about my life based on my needs and what makes me happy, not on what I feel like I should be doing at a certain stage of my life.

Sometimes a comfort zone is okay. It seems like nowadays we are constantly told to be doing things that we are scared to do and to never settle for the boring stuff. Yes, true! We should take risks and do things that are outside of our comfort zone, but I think sometimes a comfort zone is fine as long as we don’t stay there forever. In 2017, I took some risks and tried things I’ve never done (blogging being one of them) but there are also some things that I didn’t do because they seemed to stressful or risky to do. I’m happy with all of the decisions I made in 2017 because it’s the reason I am where I am in 2018, and I’m really happy in myself right now.

There’s nothing wrong with loving myself. I’m awesome. There’s nothing wrong with knowing that. I feel more confident in myself than I ever have, and it feels amazing. I haven’t always loved everything about myself, and just like everyone else I still have certain things that I feel insecure about, but overall, I love the hell out of me.

Surrounding myself with the right people is vital. I’m so lucky with the friends and family that I have. I’m not friends with all of the people I was friends with at the start of 2017, and I’ve made some amazing new friends in the past 12 months. I’m surrounded by people who boost me up and people who I can be myself around, and I hope my friends feel the same way about me. It’s so important to have the right people in your life.

The best revenge is happiness. Instead of trashing the people that don’t like me or don’t like what I do, I prefer to leave them and their pettiness behind because there’s no point in carrying around that negativity. I think the best way to deal with those people is indifference.

In Jessie J’s song ‘Flashlight’ it sounds like she’s saying ‘flesh-light’. If you don’t know what a flesh-light is then Google it but just make sure that nobody is around to see.

It’s good to go offline for a while. I wrote a whole blog post on this before, about how I took a break from social media for the sake of my mental health. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever done for the sake of my own well-being. It’s great not knowing what 500 or so people are up to at one time, and it’s even better not caring what they’re up to and focusing on your own day-to-day life. My blog post about my social media break is here: Taking a Break From Social Media

A little fear can be a good thing. I get a little nervous and uneasy every time I post on my blog, and I think it’s a good thing. It makes me work really hard on every post and make them as good as they can be. There’s lots of things I’m scared of. I’m going to America for the summer this year to work in a summer camp and I’m so nervous about it, but if I never did the things that scared me, I would do very little.

Sometimes risks don’t pay off, but sometimes they do. I’ve taken risks before and they’ve gone absolutely t*ts up. I’ve taken other risks and they’ve turned out to be the best decisions I’ve ever made. There’s no way of knowing or predicting this. But hey, walking out the door every day is a risk in itself, right?

There’s a Britney song for almost every mood. Feeling lost? Try ‘I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman’. Feeling trashy? ‘Gimme More’. Feeling bad-ass? Try ‘Womanizer’ or ‘Stronger’. Feeling like crying in the bath with a glass of wine? Try ‘Every time’. You get my point. There’s a Britney hit for everyone.

Queuing 12 hours for a concert is never a good idea. I was cold, tired, hungry, and needed to pee by the time Beyonce came on stage.

It’s okay to need help. We’re not super heroes and sometimes we need a little help just to get through a period of our life. There’s no shame in it and we shouldn’t be ashamed or feel guilty about asking for help to get through the tough times.

There’s almost always a bright side. Sometimes you can’t see it until hindsight is available to you, but from my experience, I’ve learned that there’s always a way out of whatever struggle I’m facing, and there is always light at the end of the tunnel. The journey through the tunnel is what makes us strong and resilient.

Sometimes quitting isn’t quitting. I’ve dropped out of college before, I’ve quit jobs and I’ve given up on ventures that I may have tried. That doesn’t necessarily make me a quitter. It means that they weren’t for me and I didn’t want to settle for things that made me unhappy.

I don’t have to have everything figured out. At 18 I thought I would know exactly what I was doing with my life by the time I was 21. Nope, it doesn’t work like that. I still don’t know exactly where I’m going, but wherever I’m headed, I’m enjoying the journey there.

Patience goes a long way. We all know good things come to those who wait. I’ve been blogging for nearly a year now. I haven’t made a cent from it, sometimes my posts get less than 30 views, and I only have 180 followers on my Facebook page. But I know that if I keep putting work into it and trying my best with it, it will grow. I just have to simply keep going with it.

Passions and hobbies are important! Writing is mine, and I find that it’s so important to have something that you enjoy doing and enjoy putting work and effort into. The difference it make to my mental health is massive!


Thank You, 2017!

What the hell was that? Like, for real, that year was a bit if weird one in fairness wasn’t it? But I’ll be damned if I’m going to walk away from the past 12 months without a few life lessons under my belt.

In 2017 I entered final year of college, went on a few little trips, listened to way too much Little Mix, cleaned my room like twice, fell in love with a few more TV shows, and spent time with the amazing people that i get to call my friends and family. For me, 2017 was definitely the year of learning about myself and about life, and learning how to live my life for me. My main lesson from this year: look after yourself! Honestly, I cannot stress enough the difference in my life since I took action and actively tried to improve my mental health. This included going to therapy sessions for a few months and really shifting my focus on to what was important, being happy and confident in myself.

I ended 2016 in one of the toughest places I had ever found myself in. I was mentally exhausted and felt like I was at rock bottom with no way out. I really felt hopeless, and was in constant panic mode. I think that state of constant worry was my default mode, and my brain was burnt out.

What is probably my proudest achievement in life is getting from that point to the point I find myself at now, more confident and feeling happier than I have ever felt. I never thought I’d be as at ease and content with my life than I am now. It’s amazing what some attitude changes a fresh perspective on life can do for your mental health.

But as much as I’d love to claim this achievement for myself and say it was totally my own doing, I can’t. I could never have gotten to this place without being surrounded by the right people. Right now I feel like I have an amazing network of friends around me, that are simply there to listen or to just cheer me up without even realising they’re doing it. I really am blessed with the bunch of hot messes I get to call friends. I had some friends at the start of the year that I don’t anymore, but I think all of that is for a reason. My family naturally had a part to play in my turn-around, and I hope they realise how much I actually love and appreciate them. They’re an amazing bunch of humans.

One thing that I am still SHOOKETH about in 2017 is my Blog Awards nomination. That is something that I would have never thought I’d ever achieve, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel slightly out of place while I was at the awards, because I was surrounded by such amazing talent and success, some of which I was nominated for the same award. Blogging was definitely one of my favourite parts of 2017, and the love and support I got on it meant so much to me, more than I think people will ever realise. This is such a passion of mine and it makes my heart so happy when people say that they enjoyed reading one if my posts. Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who showed my blog love! You are all beautiful humans.

2017 was the year that I found my confidence, I started loving myself more and more, and started doing the things that I like and want to do regardless of what other people do. Basically, I finally started living my life for me and ignored what everyone else was doing with theirs, and it feels amazing.

I’m excited for 2018! I have plans to spend my summer in America, I’m (hopefully) going to be graduating from college, and I’m starting the year as I mean to go on: confident, happy, and committed to my mental health. It’s the first time in a long time where the future excites me more than it terrifies me, and I’m less afraid to dream big and believe that I am able to go as far as I wish.

I hope everyone has a safe and happy 2018, and find themselves a new years kiss tomorrow night when the clock strikes midnight ;). Mine will probably be my dog so wahoo here’s to a lit 2018!!


Things That Annoy me as a Gay Guy

“Who would be the girl in the relationship?” Honey, as long as the two of us have male genital parts in our underpants that would be neither of us. I get it, you judge and evaluate any relationships your LGBTQ+ peers have based on what you’re used to seeing, but I don’t have boobs or a vagina and neither will my partner.

“You don’t seem gay”. What’s not gay about me? Am I not kissing enough boys? Shall I start wearing a rainbow tutu and carrying around a boom-box blaring ‘Born This Way’ on repeat? Just let me know how I can live up to my gayness and I’ll be happy to oblige.

“I voted yes” popping up out of nowhere. Like, we wouldn’t even be on the topic and people will tell me that they voted yes. I mean yeah, It’s wonderful and I do appreciate everyone who went out to vote because that referendum did mean an awful lot to me and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry like a baby when it was passed, but sometimes people will literally bring up the fact that they voted yes out of nowhere. Am I supposed to get on my knees and beg that you recognise my undying gratitude? I didn’t ask what way you voted.

“Is it slim pickings when you’re gay?” Yes, yes it is. Don’t remind me how little choice I have.

“I don’t have a problem with the gays but just don’t shove it in my face”  Then stop posting about you and your grease-ball boyfriend on Facebook, Debbie, and don’t shove your “one and only” in my face. Also, referring to us as “the gays” is a bit irritating.

Straight lads who think it’s gas to flirt with gay guys to show how edgy and quirky they are. We aren’t props. Maybe it’s because you like the idea of being desired, but please don’t use me to show people how confident and comfortable with your sexuality you are. Plus, you’d be lucky if I was to even consider going near you in that way, honey. It’s nice that you think you’d have a chance though. It’s cute. But it’s annoying when someone tells you how sexy you are and will literally put their hands on your intimate parts and think it’s okay and just a laugh. You shouldn’t do that to anyone, even your novelty gay friends.

“He’s gay, what about him?” – No, I don’t fancy every single gay person on the planet. I have plenty of gay friends and I’ve never even thought about them in a romantic sense. Just because two guys are gay doesn’t mean that they’re potential lovers.

Straight lads who won’t go to gay clubs in case they get hit on. Honey, I can guarantee that nobody is going to go for you. You should be fine sweetie xx

“Why do they even have to tell people about it? If they want to be treated  the same then don’t make a big deal out of it”. Because if we don’t point it out in this heteronormative world then everyone will assume that we are straight, because that’s the norm, the default category, and lads are going to think I’m hitting on their girlfriends when I’m really just being friendly.

“But seriously, would you ever go for a woman”You’re missing the whole definition of “gay” here.

“If they want to be treated equally, then there should be a straight pride as well” . EVERY OTHER DAY OF THE YEAR IS STRAIGHT PRIDE. Until straight people have been tortured, oppressed, and killed because of their sexuality, then no, you don’t deserve a straight pride. Don’t act like a spoiled brat because we have something you don’t.