Backstory:
So a group of us were in Hollywood trying to get into this nightspot called Lure, and a couple of other joints. Once they let us know that either it wasnt happening, or we were going to have to drop mad chip as a collective, we decided to retreat.
Well....we got one cat in the group whom we've all known for years, but recently came out to some of members of the group (not me because I was formerly very homophobic and he didnt know how I'd respond). He suggested we all go to this gay club that he always frequents. He told us there would be single women there, so there was potential. We were all liqued as hell, so we're like "fck it."
Yo....real talk there is a lot of fckery there. Wild mango...Dudes on dudes on dudes. Makin out --- instead of go-go dancers there were stripper niqqas wearin nothin but speedos, dudes holding hands...the whole nine. I had the
grill for the first half n hour, which elicited a "is everything okay?" question more then a few times.
But once I relaxed and puffed a J it wasnt that serious. Only a sexually confused, immature niqqa not in charge of his own feelings gets wildly intimidated by gay people (it is a tough site up close tho, not gunna lie). Most importantly I got a chance to have a convo with my recently outed friend, and it meant a lot to him to have my support, and meant a lot to myself to offer it.
Plus I was able to bag a cute shorty (yes, she was a female!) from a gawddamn gay club (im proud of this). There werent many, but apparently they love it when straight men can enter a gay spot. Overall it was a wild, absurd, fun time and the last step towards getting over my homophobia.
So a group of us were in Hollywood trying to get into this nightspot called Lure, and a couple of other joints. Once they let us know that either it wasnt happening, or we were going to have to drop mad chip as a collective, we decided to retreat.
Well....we got one cat in the group whom we've all known for years, but recently came out to some of members of the group (not me because I was formerly very homophobic and he didnt know how I'd respond). He suggested we all go to this gay club that he always frequents. He told us there would be single women there, so there was potential. We were all liqued as hell, so we're like "fck it."
Yo....real talk there is a lot of fckery there. Wild mango...Dudes on dudes on dudes. Makin out --- instead of go-go dancers there were stripper niqqas wearin nothin but speedos, dudes holding hands...the whole nine. I had the
grill for the first half n hour, which elicited a "is everything okay?" question more then a few times.But once I relaxed and puffed a J it wasnt that serious. Only a sexually confused, immature niqqa not in charge of his own feelings gets wildly intimidated by gay people (it is a tough site up close tho, not gunna lie). Most importantly I got a chance to have a convo with my recently outed friend, and it meant a lot to him to have my support, and meant a lot to myself to offer it.
Plus I was able to bag a cute shorty (yes, she was a female!) from a gawddamn gay club (im proud of this). There werent many, but apparently they love it when straight men can enter a gay spot. Overall it was a wild, absurd, fun time and the last step towards getting over my homophobia.
Suddenly all them nikkas brushin up against you wasnt so bad after all and you even bagged a bytch who likes to fukk dudes she meets in gay clubs. 
Good luck nikka. You're future looks very positive. Haw man 
That chick got a dikk breh
at u knowingly going to a gay club... id rather chill at the crib n smoke some bud
whats the problem?
