How do I deal with bullies is a simply question to answer for me.
I don't. I fight and I don't care how many chokers I wear or is someone hates me for my make up or dresses and my heels and necklaces. I don't care. Yes I crossdress problem? No! So shut up before I shove my fist down your throat AND RIP OUT YOUR INTERNALS! Clear? Good.
Now back to the point. People will stare, people will hate. Don't dab on them haters, knee them in the crotch/boob kick them in the gut AND FEAST ON THEIR FLEA-Ahem. Politely tell them to back the f**k off.
This is what I do in one of MANY situations.
"Why do you wear heels, fag?!"
I walk up to them.
"So that I can make sure it hurts when I kick your dick to the inside of your body and cut open your testicales." Give them a smile. "By the way. Do I look like a cigarette? Or a British messenger boy? Oh wait maybe your using the term for my sexuality! Oh so sweet and daring." Pretend to swoon. Walk away. Leaving them harddddd.
Haha good times, but yeah. Mess with me...Heheh wanna fight, babe?
YOU KNOW MY SOUL'S FREEZIN' HELL'S HOT FOR GOOD REASON SO PLEAAASE!! YOU'RE THE JUDGE! OH NO! SET ME FREEEE-EEEEE! YOU'RE THE JUDGE! OH NO! SET ME FREEEEEE-EEEE.
Ahem....
Sorry I'm a music junkie it's my drug, but the good kind. I really like classic rock and normally listen to old songs while I'm busy like writing a story or sewing.
My French teacher is having a child so I listen to music and I'm working on a baby blanket for her kid. It's gonna be a boy. I'm the father.
JUST KIDDING I DIDN'T SLEEP WITH HER!!!!!!!
OR
Did I?
Nope. I didn't besides I would've used a condom and I don't normally swing that way if yah know what I mean.
Well
So yeah....that happened
