Gay tournament update at Felt

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Obviously it’s a joke that relates to my experience at a gay club.

You guys need to stop being offended and relax a bit. You’re anticipating every comment and looking for shit to get upset over. It’s not healthy. LOL
I apologize if I took it wrong. To be honest, I don't know how to take most things you post so I really shouldn't respond.
 
Most people don’t care if someone is gay or not. Next thing you know they are offended because we don’t care. I actually think that’s what it is. There’s a reason they keep telling us.

Another gay story. There is a lesbian who plays pool and the nicest person you ever meet. She holds a tournament for the first time and needed help to legitimize it. She asked me to play in it and it was in a bar on a bar table. I don’t go to bars to play either. She knows it.

I put on an exhibition and won it. I promoted the place after but there was no need for me to go back due to competition. We don’t see her often since she was a league player and I’m over there at the 9 footers. Every time I see her we laugh about it.

If you browse this place….Hi Tina!
Your presence legitimized a lesbian tournament?

You write your own fan fiction.
 
Your presence legitimized a lesbian tournament?

You write your own fan fiction.
Why would I fabricate a story about being at a gay establishment and meeting, in your very own words, “homos and dykes”?

If I was to fabricate something it would be you having Pepsi on 4th of July because you don’t like Coke.
 
Why would I fabricate a story about being at a gay establishment and meeting, in your very own words, “homos and dykes”?

If I was to fabricate something it would be you having Pepsi on 4th of July because you don’t like Coke.
Because you’re a narcissist and brag about gay support to excuse the horrible things you say outside the other side of your mouth.
 
Because you’re a narcissist and brag about gay support to excuse the horrible things you say outside the other side of your mouth.
Wrong again.

I support LGB and as a matter of fact changed my avatar for a month with the LGB flag. The only one to do it.

Please don’t mistake the +Group with LGB. It’s pretty disrespectful.
 
If one is comfortable and secure with one's self, one seems to have an easier time "knowing", or associating with, others of every type. It also makes it a lot easier if the others are likewise comfortable and secure with themselves. A whole bunch of the problems spring from those other folks who just can't seem to settle down inside their own skins. Gay, straight, or indifferent, I tend to steer clear of these people. They may seem to be very interesting, intriguing, etc., but it just seems that drama of every type gathers in their wake (just as one example, think about some of the smoking hot chicks you've known or tried to get to know). A long time ago I became very determined to live a very mundane life. It just seems to have worked out much easier that way.
 
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What rooms and where? I'm always up for hitting good rooms when I travel.

Come on down the Mississippi and you will find the rooms. One is also one of the best known rooms in America. You aren't going to miss it if you are keeping up with pool at all.

Hu
If one is comfortable and secure with one's self, one seems to have an easier time "knowing", or associating with, others of every type. It also makes it a lot easier if the others are likewise comfortable and secure with themselves. A whole bunch of the problems spring from those other folks who just can't seem to settle down inside their own skins. Gay, straight, or indifferent, I tend to steer clear of these people. They may seem to be very interesting, intriguing, etc., but it just seems that drama of every type gathers in their wake (just as one example, think about some of the smoking hot chicks you've known or tried to get to know). A long time ago I became very determined to live a very mundane life. It just seems to have worked out much easier that way.

A great truth there. Life on the fringe can look pretty exciting on the outside looking in. A few nights trying to sleep while you are cold, wet, and hungry changes your perspective in a hurry. I liked beer a lot, I liked a lot of beer too. I still remember the first swallow when not just your stomach but your whole digestive system is a day or three without food though. Got to buy a beer and take a big slug, waited all day until five-thirty to blend in with the going home crowd and the first thing they do is buy a beer.

By the time that first gulp of beer slows down it went right through your stomach and was somewhere behind your belly button. A few minutes and a few swallows later the beer finally tastes like it ought to and you can enjoy a couple swallows. That first big swallow though ...

I was a little bit of a fringe person myself but I used to find the real fringe people interesting to watch. They seemed to hang onto the edge of the world by their toenails. They were often on the edge of doing real time, some got hurt bad one way or another, a few were killed. It was funny as hell the things they got into, tried to get me into.

One bought race horses he couldn't afford and didn't know what he was buying. After a half dozen wasted trips to look at horses that weren't what he claimed, I quit looking. A few years later he called me up early as in wee hours of July fifth. One of those horses that he had owned a few days and tried to sell me for about a thousand dollars had won the Firecracker Futurity on the Fourth of July. Paid getting close to half a million! It happens, John Henry reportedly sold for $1100 and $2200 as a weanling and yearling.

I went to vo-tech after an injury required a career change. Bumped into a girl I once ran with. She looked at me, "Who would have believed we would have both died and moved to Suburbia!" Ran into a few more at that big vo-tech, old friends or acquaintances.

At times I regret not spending more time in the life, then again, we buried a whole lot of those in the life.

A very mundane life would have probably left a lot fewer scars inside and out!

Hu
 
You must be confused, I never so much as suggested that anyone should hide their alternative lifestyle ideals or displays. Just don't expect me to buy into the delusional thinking of men giving birth, males born with penises competing against female born females, and the whole pronoun thing. If wrong pronouns are so hurtful just give me your name, I will use that to address and reference you because people shouldnt be expected to refer to someone as a cat because they somehow identify as a cat.
Do you realize that your post contains like 5 offensive sentiments?
 
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Come on down the Mississippi and you will find the rooms. One is also one of the best known rooms in America. You aren't going to miss it if you are keeping up with pool at all.

Hu


A great truth there. Life on the fringe can look pretty exciting on the outside looking in. A few nights trying to sleep while you are cold, wet, and hungry changes your perspective in a hurry. I liked beer a lot, I liked a lot of beer too. I still remember the first swallow when not just your stomach but your whole digestive system is a day or three without food though. Got to buy a beer and take a big slug, waited all day until five-thirty to blend in with the going home crowd and the first thing they do is buy a beer.

By the time that first gulp of beer slows down it went right through your stomach and was somewhere behind your belly button. A few minutes and a few swallows later the beer finally tastes like it ought to and you can enjoy a couple swallows. That first big swallow though ...

I was a little bit of a fringe person myself but I used to find the real fringe people interesting to watch. They seemed to hang onto the edge of the world by their toenails. They were often on the edge of doing real time, some got hurt bad one way or another, a few were killed. It was funny as hell the things they got into, tried to get me into.

One bought race horses he couldn't afford and didn't know what he was buying. After a half dozen wasted trips to look at horses that weren't what he claimed, I quit looking. A few years later he called me up early as in wee hours of July fifth. One of those horses that he had owned a few days and tried to sell me for about a thousand dollars had won the Firecracker Futurity on the Fourth of July. Paid getting close to half a million! It happens, John Henry reportedly sold for $1100 and $2200 as a weanling and yearling.

I went to vo-tech after an injury required a career change. Bumped into a girl I once ran with. She looked at me, "Who would have believed we would have both died and moved to Suburbia!" Ran into a few more at that big vo-tech, old friends or acquaintances.

At times I regret not spending more time in the life, then again, we buried a whole lot of those in the life.

A very mundane life would have probably left a lot fewer scars inside and out!

Hu
l knew a lawyer from NOLA who in a former life had been a very serious and dedicated drunk. One afternoon we compared notes on the efficacy of various hair of the dog strategies. After I extolled the virtues of a morning-after, ice cold Budweiser (beer for the gut and beaded bottle for the brow), he shared, "Yeah. they're good, but I prefer a good slug of vodka." To which I replied, "Man, that would make me throw up." His response, without missing a beat, "Me, too, but eventually I would keep one down." The miseries we could have all missed are too numerous to list.
 
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OK, I “worked on it”, but still can’t imagine what “special privileges” non-hetero people want. Please enlighten me.

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Only two possibilities. You want me to spoon feed you your talking points or you are far too uninformed to discuss any of the people that want to consider themselves equal but privileged with me. Either way, I won't play. I didn't single out any minority, it is a common problem.

Hu
 
I studied for the Texams Bar Exam in the basement of the Rice University library. It was 1975. Written on the wall in the men’s bathroom in two separate handwritings was the following…I’ve never forgot it…

MY MOTHER MADE ME A HOMOSEXUAL

IF I GAVE HER ENOUGH YARN WOULD SHE MAKE ME ONE?
 
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