Some say that love is like an adventure, like it’s a whole new experience that you will never get again. First kisses, first boyfriends, first time in bed; you can’t redo it. They all say that you fall in love only once, and that if you let go of that person you’ll never be happy again. I say bull shit.There is no such thing as love, and there are no soul mates. If anything, I might like a guy and think that he’s hella rad, but that is rare, and if I do think the said person is cool then I might just fuck it up. To conclude, I’m not romantic. I know the rumours, people think because I have had more than enough boyfriends (and the fact that I’m also a Strider) I know how to woo any guy I want, but honestly I don’t know how to. The only teacher I have is anime, and if I did anything from Junjou Romantica I think I would be slapped.
Anyway, I might as well introduce myself, I am Dirk Strider; younger brother of the famous Dave Strider. Don’t believe me? Tough shit. I like to consider myself as a cool guy, but my friends prefer to call me nerd or fag; all with care I guess. In the end I am just a normal teenager, but with the struggles of being gay.
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Doodled Hearts
Fanfiction"I cannot bring myself to say it directly, but it involves you, me, and a lot of lip action."
