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Graffiti on the floor of Austin bus stop:
FUCK GENDER ROLES”
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(OK so thats the funny part. Here comes the part where I Cry for help or at lest feel better by putting this to words.)
So I was waiting for the bus to get to campus when I see this shit on the floor. “FUCK GENDER ROLES.” “What kind of pussified cracka-ass-cracka shit is this?” I asked myself. I had a good chuckle and thought nothing of it.
>>fastforward a hours>> the pains in my head (the ones that make it hard for me to live) ebb and flow as I confront my innermost demons. I am beside myself. I’m twenty years old. I’m not supposed to cry. I’m not supposed to lose it. I’m the fucking Cobra Commander. But there I was: a sniffling, snot nosed little boy. I’m just glad that the time I did lose it in front of my friends we were watching a movie and I was able to make a discreet dash to the john to pull myself together. Heh, its casual. I mean, there’s nothing I can do but sort it out on my own, right? Right. It’s cool, I’m ok now.
No one must ever know… no one must ever see me in such a weakened state… no one… Why? I’m a fucking man, thats why.
…FUCK GENDER ROLES