In addition to the fact that most people already think I look gay I went to WASA fete (a Carnival concert for my international friends) on Saturday with the gayest looking clothes I have. My very tight grey sleeveless t-shirt and a very old and washed out pair of black jeans (not tight but not big enough). Then of course I had the gall follow my roommate almost up to the stage and dance in the most vulgar fashion I could manage, in the name of having the best time I could at my first fete. While enjoying myself to the fullest I apparently attracted more attention than I thought. At one point during the night my roomy (let’s call him AKP shall we) called me over from where I was dancing a couple of feet away from him to in front of him and I thought he was just being his normal possessive pushy self only to get home the next morning and find out that he made me move to avoid a fight because there was a short str8 ghetto guy was behind me looking at me in a less than favourable way and becoming more and more disturbed by my behaviour.

That's as far as I got with this entry before I either had to get back to work or just got bored.

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