You Wish You Were Me
Added 2022-05-24 02:21:50 +0000 UTCA loud bang from a tail pipe pulled Kenny out of his usual bus ride daydreaming on his communite home from work. He looked out the window and quickly discovered the culprit- And obnoxious Red pick up with a myriad of obnoxious toxically masculine slogans stamped on the back window. . "I'm a real man." "My pronouns are Gun/Nut" "Patriot and Proud" "Huntin', Fishin', and Fuckin", etc. etc. Each phrase made Kenny roll his eyes a bit more than the previous, but something about the last one gave him pause. "You wish you were me."
Pfft, as if. Kenny was a proud gay liberal twink. He loved his petite physical and his monthly juice cleanses. He voted for Hilary and Biden. He went to BLM rallies. He was on the organizing team for his local pride parade and was responsible for getting a big sponsorship from Target. He'd never wish to be a big dumb trumplican like that driver probably was, right?
But then again, he did think of himself as a man's man didn't he? He worked out like one, and ate like one, he though to himself as he started filling out his Polo. And he was a patriot, he did love his country didn't he? That's what he always got so political. Had to stop those damn communists from ruining the damn country. And of course he loved to go huntin' and fishin' he remembered, thinking back to those camping trips with his father, filled with nostalgia.
There was another pop in the carberator of his pick up truck as the light turned green. Man he'd need to take a look at when he got home. But first he needed to hit his home gym. His body was aching for a pump.
