Constantly. I was called every name in the book from the homophobic ones....fag, faggot, pud, "kwurr" (that's redneck translation for "queer")....to the racist ones....nigger lover, white nigger....to a combination of both homophobic and racist names at the same time....nigger lovin' kwurr.

Despite all the name calling, nobody ever laid a hand on me though. The thing with bullies and bashers is, they need an audience to make them feel big. You know how people like to gather around and watch a fight like a bunch of idiots? Well, that's what bullies like and that's what they are counting on. I had somebody once try to start a physical fight with me in front of a group of people and I picked up a big stick. The first thing they hollered was...."Oh look, you have to go for a weapon"...I of course said..."Damn right! Why the hell would I not go for a weapon? Hell, if I fight you without one, you're able to hit me back and that hurts. Do you think I want to feel pain? Hell no! If I beat the hell out of you with a weapon, I'll be feeling good because I won't be feeling any pain. You're the one that will be feeling pain". Then, somebody else knocked the stick out of my hand. I told them...."If I end up being the one getting my ass beat, I will come back and kill the motherfucker because I would rather be in prison than to live with the humiliation of getting my ass beat in front of you bastards and put up with the harassment that follows it". See....their dumb asses seemed to think that they had accomplished something if they were physically stronger than someone else but that shit didn't impress me at all. Hell, I used to tell them all the time that a bullet will take even the strongest motherfucker down so that physical strength shit means nothing to me anyway.

If a motherfucker thinks you're crazy, then they'll think twice about physically fucking with you and I hung with the blacks too and those stupid rednecks thought that all blacks would kill you if you fucked with them. I noticed that as much racist shit that they talked, they never talked it in front of blacks. I could tell that they were actually afraid of them when they were alone and I used that to my advantage also. I would get one of those redneck bastards that had called me racist names all alone away from their friends in a group of three of four black guys and then say...."Motherfucker, what did you call me the other day? A nigger what? Honey, you should have seen how red their faces would turn. They were scared for their motherfucking life!

Well, by the time I got in about the eleventh or twelth grade, those motherfuckers were rarely talking shit in my face anymore. Instead, I would hear them whispering about me among themselves as I would walk by. Over the years, they had learned what a lowdown, evil revengeful bitch I can be if there was any way possible that I could get even.

vainandy said:

Constantly. I was called every name in the book from the homophobic ones....fag, faggot, pud, "kwurr" (that's redneck translation for "queer")....to the racist ones....nigger lover, white nigger....to a combination of both homophobic and racist names at the same time....nigger lovin' kwurr.

Despite all the name calling, nobody ever laid a hand on me though. The thing with bullies and bashers is, they need an audience to make them feel big. You know how people like to gather around and watch a fight like a bunch of idiots? Well, that's what bullies like and that's what they are counting on. I had somebody once try to start a physical fight with me in front of a group of people and I picked up a big stick. The first thing they hollered was...."Oh look, you have to go for a weapon"...I of course said..."Damn right! Why the hell would I not go for a weapon? Hell, if I fight you without one, you're able to hit me back and that hurts. Do you think I want to feel pain? Hell no! If I beat the hell out of you with a weapon, I'll be feeling good because I won't be feeling any pain. You're the one that will be feeling pain". Then, somebody else knocked the stick out of my hand. I told them...."If I end up being the one getting my ass beat, I will come back and kill the motherfucker because I would rather be in prison than to live with the humiliation of getting my ass beat in front of you bastards and put up with the harassment that follows it". See....their dumb asses seemed to think that they had accomplished something if they were physically stronger than someone else but that shit didn't impress me at all. Hell, I used to tell them all the time that a bullet will take even the strongest motherfucker down so that physical strength shit means nothing to me anyway.

If a motherfucker thinks you're crazy, then they'll think twice about physically fucking with you and I hung with the blacks too and those stupid rednecks thought that all blacks would kill you if you fucked with them. I noticed that as much racist shit that they talked, they never talked it in front of blacks. I could tell that they were actually afraid of them when they were alone and I used that to my advantage also. I would get one of those redneck bastards that had called me racist names all alone away from their friends in a group of three of four black guys and then say...."Motherfucker, what did you call me the other day? A nigger what? Honey, you should have seen how red their faces would turn. They were scared for their motherfucking life!

Well, by the time I got in about the eleventh or twelth grade, those motherfuckers were rarely talking shit in my face anymore. Instead, I would hear them whispering about me among themselves as I would walk by. Over the years, they had learned what a lowdown, evil revengeful bitch I can be if there was any way possible that I could get even.

You inspire me, you know that?

Timmy84 said:

vainandy said:

Constantly. I was called every name in the book from the homophobic ones....fag, faggot, pud, "kwurr" (that's redneck translation for "queer")....to the racist ones....nigger lover, white nigger....to a combination of both homophobic and racist names at the same time....nigger lovin' kwurr.

Despite all the name calling, nobody ever laid a hand on me though. The thing with bullies and bashers is, they need an audience to make them feel big. You know how people like to gather around and watch a fight like a bunch of idiots? Well, that's what bullies like and that's what they are counting on. I had somebody once try to start a physical fight with me in front of a group of people and I picked up a big stick. The first thing they hollered was...."Oh look, you have to go for a weapon"...I of course said..."Damn right! Why the hell would I not go for a weapon? Hell, if I fight you without one, you're able to hit me back and that hurts. Do you think I want to feel pain? Hell no! If I beat the hell out of you with a weapon, I'll be feeling good because I won't be feeling any pain. You're the one that will be feeling pain". Then, somebody else knocked the stick out of my hand. I told them...."If I end up being the one getting my ass beat, I will come back and kill the motherfucker because I would rather be in prison than to live with the humiliation of getting my ass beat in front of you bastards and put up with the harassment that follows it". See....their dumb asses seemed to think that they had accomplished something if they were physically stronger than someone else but that shit didn't impress me at all. Hell, I used to tell them all the time that a bullet will take even the strongest motherfucker down so that physical strength shit means nothing to me anyway.

If a motherfucker thinks you're crazy, then they'll think twice about physically fucking with you and I hung with the blacks too and those stupid rednecks thought that all blacks would kill you if you fucked with them. I noticed that as much racist shit that they talked, they never talked it in front of blacks. I could tell that they were actually afraid of them when they were alone and I used that to my advantage also. I would get one of those redneck bastards that had called me racist names all alone away from their friends in a group of three of four black guys and then say...."Motherfucker, what did you call me the other day? A nigger what? Honey, you should have seen how red their faces would turn. They were scared for their motherfucking life!

Well, by the time I got in about the eleventh or twelth grade, those motherfuckers were rarely talking shit in my face anymore. Instead, I would hear them whispering about me among themselves as I would walk by. Over the years, they had learned what a lowdown, evil revengeful bitch I can be if there was any way possible that I could get even.

You inspire me, you know that?

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vainandy said:

If a motherfucker thinks you're crazy, then they'll think twice about physically fucking with you and I hung with the blacks too and those stupid rednecks thought that all blacks would kill you if you fucked with them. I noticed that as much racist shit that they talked, they never talked it in front of blacks. I could tell that they were actually afraid of them when they were alone and I used that to my advantage also. I would get one of those redneck bastards that had called me racist names all alone away from their friends in a group of three of four black guys and then say...."Motherfucker, what did you call me the other day? A nigger what? Honey, you should have seen how red their faces would turn. They were scared for their motherfucking life!

Yep, the only time those racist mfer act all rough and shit is when it's five against one or when they're online(like some of the fools here). They'll never do anything one-on-one out in the street. They know the days of black folks taking abuse is long gone. And we got plenty rednecks in NYC too.

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vainandy said:

Constantly. I was called every name in the book from the homophobic ones....fag, faggot, pud, "kwurr" (that's redneck translation for "queer")....to the racist ones....nigger lover, white nigger....to a combination of both homophobic and racist names at the same time....nigger lovin' kwurr.

Despite all the name calling, nobody ever laid a hand on me though. The thing with bullies and bashers is, they need an audience to make them feel big. You know how people like to gather around and watch a fight like a bunch of idiots? Well, that's what bullies like and that's what they are counting on. I had somebody once try to start a physical fight with me in front of a group of people and I picked up a big stick. The first thing they hollered was...."Oh look, you have to go for a weapon"...I of course said..."Damn right! Why the hell would I not go for a weapon? Hell, if I fight you without one, you're able to hit me back and that hurts. Do you think I want to feel pain? Hell no! If I beat the hell out of you with a weapon, I'll be feeling good because I won't be feeling any pain. You're the one that will be feeling pain". Then, somebody else knocked the stick out of my hand. I told them...."If I end up being the one getting my ass beat, I will come back and kill the motherfucker because I would rather be in prison than to live with the humiliation of getting my ass beat in front of you bastards and put up with the harassment that follows it". See....their dumb asses seemed to think that they had accomplished something if they were physically stronger than someone else but that shit didn't impress me at all. Hell, I used to tell them all the time that a bullet will take even the strongest motherfucker down so that physical strength shit means nothing to me anyway.

If a motherfucker thinks you're crazy, then they'll think twice about physically fucking with you and I hung with the blacks too and those stupid rednecks thought that all blacks would kill you if you fucked with them. I noticed that as much racist shit that they talked, they never talked it in front of blacks. I could tell that they were actually afraid of them when they were alone and I used that to my advantage also. I would get one of those redneck bastards that had called me racist names all alone away from their friends in a group of three of four black guys and then say...."Motherfucker, what did you call me the other day? A nigger what? Honey, you should have seen how red their faces would turn. They were scared for their motherfucking life!

Well, by the time I got in about the eleventh or twelth grade, those motherfuckers were rarely talking shit in my face anymore. Instead, I would hear them whispering about me among themselves as I would walk by. Over the years, they had learned what a lowdown, evil revengeful bitch I can be if there was any way possible that I could get even.

vaindandy, you're a true B-A-D-A-S-S

vainandy.....I have to sing this for you after reading it, and don't hate me, please!!!

and IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII will always love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I got called a faggot everday in elementary (starting in 5th grade), all through Jr. and High School. On the way to every class, in class, and on my way home too. In school, everyone (my friends and family) called me Benjie, which gave the clever bullies the inspiration to call me Ben Gay. I've always had lots of girlfriends (who are still in my life to this day), and 2 or 3 male friends (who turn out Gay as well). The girls always defended me. I wasn't one to shut my mouth either. I'd always reply with a "Fuck U" or "It takes one to know one". In my senior year, I was even nominated for homecoming Queen! A title I would wear proudly now!

So? It's official? Am I the only one here who was called faggot/gay/queer without actually being gay???

Yes, from fourth grade through 9th. I had the stench of my father's death clinging to me and the vultures attacked daily.

JoeTyler said:

So? It's official? Am I the only one here who was called faggot/gay/queer without actually being gay???

No I remembered when one of my best friends used to get called that a lot because of his mannerisms but he's 100% straight lol

Yes

I had very dry skin as a young child, I had dry arms and also on my neck area. Oh god, the worse part was my lips, I had chapped lips I have been told, since I was months old. It all eventually went away in my teen years, but my first school years were fierce.

Timmy84 said:

JoeTyler said:

So? It's official? Am I the only one here who was called faggot/gay/queer without actually being gay???

No I remembered when one of my best friends used to get called that a lot because of his mannerisms but he's 100% straight lol

lol but he's not an orger so I'm the only one

JoeTyler said:

So? It's official? Am I the only one here who was called faggot/gay/queer without actually being gay???

I never fooled with another male and lived in complete denial, even to myself, until I was 22. However, I do remember this one incident when I was in the 10th or 11th grade on the bus ride home. A bastard that was sitting in the seat next to me, grabbed my hand and placed it on top of his crotch. Then he jumped up and hollered...."Did y'all see that? That faggot just grabbed my dick!".

That really pissed me off that day but I do remember his dick being rock hard and twitching in his jeans underneath my hand even though it was only on there for a second. As pissed as I was though, it turned me on more than I had ever been turned on in my entire life at that time. As soon as I got home, I went straight to my bedroom and jacked off a load that shot so high it landed on my cheek. I bet a certain someone else was doing the same thing that afternoon also.

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Never in school. I don't remember any of my classmates being bullied either. I was a quiet child and kept to myself a lot. In high school, I blossomed and became a little more outgoing. I think I was liked because I was nice and treated people with respect; plus I was funny, good for a laugh.

It wasn't until after college and I started working that the bullying started. I used to have this female supervisor who was a pure-d plantation footed bitch. She would constantly ride me and make my life miserable. I finally got rid of her ass when I was given a promotion and asked to be the department chairman's executive assistant and coordinator. The first thing I did when I started working for him was to tell him I would not take orders from that bitch. He agreed, and you could have bought that bitch for a wooden nickel after that. She was so pissed!

vainandy said:

JoeTyler said:

So? It's official? Am I the only one here who was called faggot/gay/queer without actually being gay???

I never fooled with another male and lived in complete denial, even to myself, until I was 22. However, I do remember this one incident when I was in the 10th or 11th grade on the bus ride home. A bastard that was sitting in the seat next to me, grabbed my hand and placed it on top of his crotch. Then he jumped up and hollered...."Did y'all see that? That faggot just grabbed my dick!".

That really pissed me off that day but I do remember his dick being rock hard and twitching in his jeans underneath my hand even though it was only on there for a second. As pissed as I was though, it turned me on more than I had ever been turned on in my entire life at that time. As soon as I got home, I went straight to my bedroom and jacked off a load that shot so high it landed on my cheek. I bet a certain someone else was doing the same thing that afternoon also.

hahaha I bet he did yeah. I gues that guy was one of those sad fools who couldn't accept his natural homosexuality and just keep hating/bullying gays for that. Sad, truly sad

I still remember the day that I kicked the asses of those motherfuckers who called me faggot for a couple of months. Apparently, they didn't know that I was an aikido student already in my early teens I remember that the following day one of their friends (who didn't participate in the fight) told me that they finally accepted that I wasn't gay because "no goddamn gay can fight so hard, you kicked their asses real hard man; you're cool" or something like that. And THAT'S when I finally lost any trace of respect/pity for them. My god, they were pathetic.

Unfortunately (I don't remember exactly how it happened) the father of one of the assholes I humiliated complained to our class tutor and I nearly got kicked out of the school. The director spared me for two reasons: one, the fight was outside the school, so and second, my grades were very good. But even then he told me something like "but STOP using makeup son. Wth were you thinking? do you think you're in Hollywood or something?". Oh, and I also had to tell him that I was not gay. His advice?= he told me that I should get a girlfriend, if only to avoid suspicion Strange days, now that I think about it...

JoeTyler said:

vainandy said:

I never fooled with another male and lived in complete denial, even to myself, until I was 22. However, I do remember this one incident when I was in the 10th or 11th grade on the bus ride home. A bastard that was sitting in the seat next to me, grabbed my hand and placed it on top of his crotch. Then he jumped up and hollered...."Did y'all see that? That faggot just grabbed my dick!".

That really pissed me off that day but I do remember his dick being rock hard and twitching in his jeans underneath my hand even though it was only on there for a second. As pissed as I was though, it turned me on more than I had ever been turned on in my entire life at that time. As soon as I got home, I went straight to my bedroom and jacked off a load that shot so high it landed on my cheek. I bet a certain someone else was doing the same thing that afternoon also.

hahaha I bet he did yeah. I gues that guy was one of those sad fools who couldn't accept his natural homosexuality and just keep hating/bullying gays for that. Sad, truly sad

I still remember the day that I kicked the asses of those motherfuckers who called me faggot for a couple of months. Apparently, they didn't know that I was an aikido student already in my early teens I remember that the following day one of their friends (who didn't participate in the fight) told me that they finally accepted that I wasn't gay because "no goddamn gay can fight so hard, you kicked their asses real hard man; you're cool" or something like that. And THAT'S when I finally lost any trace of respect/pity for them. My god, they were pathetic.

Unfortunately (I don't remember exactly how it happened) the father of one of the assholes I humiliated complained to our class tutor and I nearly got kicked out of the school. The director spared me for two reasons: one, the fight was outside the school, so and second, my grades were very good. But even then he told me something like "but STOP using makeup son. Wth were you thinking? do you think you're in Hollywood or something?". Oh, and I also had to tell him that I was not gay. His advice?= he told me that I should get a girlfriend, if only to avoid suspicion Strange days, now that I think about it...

No gay person could fight that hard? Hell, they needed to meet Miss Stella. That big bitch was a 350 pound drag queen that used to turn tricks down on Mill Street. One of her tricks was a hardcore gangbanger and when two of his gang member friends followed him one night and saw him picking up that drag queen hooker, they beat his ass down in the parking lot of the gay club on the corner. That big bitch was in a strapless dress and she threw one across the parking lot with one hand like Wonder Woman. Then she pulled up her dress and threw the other one across the parking lot with the other hand. Then she took off her wig and pumps and beat both the two motherfuckers down like a natural man.....in a dress.

As for the school director though, I can believe that. And one of the stupidest things they have ever done is when they let coaches start teaching classes. Those bastards would tolerate the comments and even laugh at them when they were made. They would never be able to get away with that shit nowadays though.

Shyra said:

Never in school. I don't remember any of my classmates being bullied either. I was a quiet child and kept to myself a lot. In high school, I blossomed and became a little more outgoing. I think I was liked because I was nice and treated people with respect; plus I was funny, good for a laugh.

It wasn't until after college and I started working that the bullying started. I used to have this female supervisor who was a pure-d plantation footed bitch. She would constantly ride me and make my life miserable. I finally got rid of her ass when I was given a promotion and asked to be the department chairman's executive assistant and coordinator. The first thing I did when I started working for him was to tell him I would not take orders from that bitch. He agreed, and you could have bought that bitch for a wooden nickel after that. She was so pissed!

vainandy said:

JoeTyler said:

hahaha I bet he did yeah. I gues that guy was one of those sad fools who couldn't accept his natural homosexuality and just keep hating/bullying gays for that. Sad, truly sad

I still remember the day that I kicked the asses of those motherfuckers who called me faggot for a couple of months. Apparently, they didn't know that I was an aikido student already in my early teens I remember that the following day one of their friends (who didn't participate in the fight) told me that they finally accepted that I wasn't gay because "no goddamn gay can fight so hard, you kicked their asses real hard man; you're cool" or something like that. And THAT'S when I finally lost any trace of respect/pity for them. My god, they were pathetic.

Unfortunately (I don't remember exactly how it happened) the father of one of the assholes I humiliated complained to our class tutor and I nearly got kicked out of the school. The director spared me for two reasons: one, the fight was outside the school, so and second, my grades were very good. But even then he told me something like "but STOP using makeup son. Wth were you thinking? do you think you're in Hollywood or something?". Oh, and I also had to tell him that I was not gay. His advice?= he told me that I should get a girlfriend, if only to avoid suspicion Strange days, now that I think about it...

No gay person could fight that hard? Hell, they needed to meet Miss Stella. That big bitch was a 350 pound drag queen that used to turn tricks down on Mill Street. One of her tricks was a hardcore gangbanger and when two of his gang member friends followed him one night and saw him picking up that drag queen hooker, they beat his ass down in the parking lot of the gay club on the corner. That big bitch was in a strapless dress and she threw one across the parking lot with one hand like Wonder Woman. Then she pulled up her dress and threw the other one across the parking lot with the other hand. Then she took off her wig and pumps and beat both the two motherfuckers down like a natural man.....in a dress.

And let's not forget the strong & hairy gays that we all can find in a leather bar. I've always thought that they could basically break any redneck's neck, and then empty his eye sockets, just for fun.

vainandy said:

JoeTyler said:

hahaha I bet he did yeah. I gues that guy was one of those sad fools who couldn't accept his natural homosexuality and just keep hating/bullying gays for that. Sad, truly sad

I still remember the day that I kicked the asses of those motherfuckers who called me faggot for a couple of months. Apparently, they didn't know that I was an aikido student already in my early teens I remember that the following day one of their friends (who didn't participate in the fight) told me that they finally accepted that I wasn't gay because "no goddamn gay can fight so hard, you kicked their asses real hard man; you're cool" or something like that. And THAT'S when I finally lost any trace of respect/pity for them. My god, they were pathetic.

Unfortunately (I don't remember exactly how it happened) the father of one of the assholes I humiliated complained to our class tutor and I nearly got kicked out of the school. The director spared me for two reasons: one, the fight was outside the school, so and second, my grades were very good. But even then he told me something like "but STOP using makeup son. Wth were you thinking? do you think you're in Hollywood or something?". Oh, and I also had to tell him that I was not gay. His advice?= he told me that I should get a girlfriend, if only to avoid suspicion Strange days, now that I think about it...

As for the school director though, I can believe that. And one of the stupidest things they have ever done is when they let coaches start teaching classes. Those bastards would tolerate the comments and even laugh at them when they were made. They would never be able to get away with that shit nowadays though.

Many coaches are bigoted & homophobic cockroaches, yeah, or something worse In fact, when I was 9, my big sister, who was 14, told my mom that there was trouble in school with a coach that, apparently, enjoyed teasing and grabbing his female students He stayed until June and then he "left" the school

that's disgusting vainandy, not your orientation, that pedophile

JoeTyler said:

So? It's official? Am I the only one here who was called faggot/gay/queer without actually being gay???

No...I was called gay a few times in High School because I was very quiet/reserved/shy, unathletic and artistic.

PurpleJedi said:

JoeTyler said:

So? It's official? Am I the only one here who was called faggot/gay/queer without actually being gay???

No...I was called gay a few times in High School because I was very quiet/reserved/shy, unathletic and artistic.

Wow, so THAT's the reason? I was called that so often at different schools and never understood why when I didn't talk about it. I kept saying I was straight and didn't know why I was getting that, but the truth is, I knew I was attracted to girls too before I even knew there was such thing, I knew it since I was 4. My preference are males though I don't question it anymore if I happen to be attracted to the same sex once in a blue moon.