
Castrobear? That sounds pretty fucking lame to me. After this spout of sour ontological heirarchy, the name represents most of what disgusts me in gayville. "Don't you know who I am?" CASTROBEAR!! LAZERS!!
Thanks to him, he 'tipped the scale' at the FatBar to the point of my termination. Good RIddance to bad blubber! I've never been so fed up with a work situation like I was there. Hoof n' Poof and Tweaky totally walked me into a better mind frame. I feel no resentment twords them, but I'll probably keep my distance. . . for a while. With my current monetary set-up, I'll be living for those Beer Busts in a couple of weeks .
Thinking back on those 2 years, I can honestly say I became a tougher more confident asshole, my skin's thickness augmented a few times over. Also, there were some people who touched me. . .
Yet, it wasn't a place for me. I just did not fit in at all (at times I actually wanted to). I'm different from the bears, I don't like Kylie or Clarkson, Dreamgirls or Brokeback. I like Crass and Wire, Liquid Sky and Rockers. This shouldn't be a hinderance in a bar-type social life, but I kind of perpetuated it. . . Eh, c'est la vie.
People should support that place, it's an institution and a legend. To a degree it celebrates a choice to be different from the mainstream, but it also celebrates the fattest people with the most vapid brains.