Pink, black its all the same.

Coming into this hub post I am almost speechless as to what to say... This post will have no structure, but simply serve as a place for me to let go of the anger that has built up inside of me since last night.

 Well, last night is up there as one the worst nights of my life. I went to a friends party, I had been shopping with the girl all day, went and saw a movie, had a lovely day. I bought a new Ralph Lauren -pink- t-shirt. I had been looking for a RL t-shirt for a few weeks, and Ema pointed out this when she saw it. I was so happy; honestly, I had never loved a shirt so much in my life. Ironically, this shirt would soon act as a burden to me. We got to the party and there were quite a few people there. Mainly people I knew, allot of friends and so on. I wasn’t drinking, and I was in a good mood. Come around 10pm, the party had started to get a bit rowdy and the tension was growing. I was looking for Ema, and got called over to a group of guys. The first thing I heard as the pulled me over was "that’s the gay guy", they continued, "why are you wearing pink", "because I want to" I replied. "Only a real man can confidently wear pink", I continued. "you saying i'm not a real man", one of the guys replied". "No, I’m just saying, I can confidently wear pink and be proud of it, pink is the new black", I joked. Another guy than replied, "so would you wear pink to a funeral", "no", I responded "than how is pink the new black" he demanded. "Different contexts" I said back. By this point, I had, what can only be describes as a circle of guys around me; However I was naive to the situation. I looked over to see if I could see Ema. I than turned to cop a punch to the left side of my face. I have never been the type of person to retaliate to a fight, and now was no exception. I was scared, confused, angry, and surrounded, and didn’t know what to do. "Should I hit back, run, cry?” these were the thoughts going threw my head. But the reality hit me, I was surrounded, and I had just been punched, hit for one reason, I was wearing a pink shirt. At this moment I turned around and walked, with no destination except away from these halfwit, delinquent, insubordinate, attacking dickheads. 

So now I’m sitting here, reminiscing on the nights events, near depressed, confused as hell, and in a state of mind that I have not experienced before, all I want is revenge. But is revenge the answer, could I be such a hypocrit. I do not know. 

Here is what I think:

The mentality of the youth today is somewhat FUCKED UP (sorry but they are the only words I can use). Gangs like “crews” are forming all over the place, and these fuckwits seem to thing it is cool to gatecrash parties and cause as much shit as possible. What pisses me off the most is these lowlife nitwits have no clue about society and its expectations. They have grown up, away from the city life, they are drug fucked, they are dropouts, and think that their uneducated opinions are right. Well let me tell you dickedheads, YOUR WRONG. The world is excepting of people like me, people that aren’t scared to voice their opinions, to wear what they want, and not conform to societies exact expectations. The gay guy, the home and away guy, these are the two references shot at me where ever I go. Guess what, I don’t give a fuck. What difference does it make if im gay?, what difference does it make that I was an actor, I have never once been stuck up, about anything, and here I am, at a party minding my own business and get punched for exactly that reason. When will society shun these people and let them know exactly what we think about them. They think they are cool, they think they have control, but the humorous reality lays, these guys will prolly be drug fucked/dead by the time they are 30, and I WILL laugh when I hear the news that one of these guys are dead. How fucked up must one be to turn and punched another fellow human being for no reason what so ever. 

Pink, Red, Yellow, Blue, it is all the same, there are no differences. Pink, over time, has become seen as a woman’s color. However over the last couple of years, the male species have began wearing the color, but furthermore another stereotype emerged, guys that wear pink are gay. Some guys chose to look past this and continued to wear the beautiful color. Personally, pink is infact my favorite color, all that is needed is a quick look at my wardrobe and this is visible. But why would one inflict bodily harm because he/or she is wearing a color that they dislike, that is still unknown to me, this night is one that I will remember. It has sent me into deep thought about the people of the planet, and im hoping positives can be gained from this experience.

I am not looking for sympathy from this post, but it servers purely as a reflection of on of the worst nights of my night last night.

Please tell me what you think and what you would of done in this situation as I am speechless about everything. 

Peace