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Consuela said:
Of course! Everyone, gay or straight, should go at least once IMO.

In fact I first went when I was 8. Which leads me to my heartwarming story for the day.


Some background first. My grandparents have always been unashamed socialists but also very devout Catholics, in particular my abuela. She would tell me again and again that one of the most important lessons God taught us was to always be honest, because it was the lies and deception of the serpent that led to the fall of man.

So anyway my family and I went down to Sydney to visit my grandparents for the start of Lent and we decided to go out for dinner one night and ended up at some restaurant just off Oxford St. And it just so happened that our waiter was trans and me being the clueless 8-year-old that I was asked 'Why is that man dressed like a girl!?' to which my abuela replied 'because they're being honest' and explained to me that some people are different and that that wasn't a bad thing. That weekend I went, with my family, to my very first mardi gras.

As I got older and began to come to terms with my own sexuality I would often think back to what my abuela said that night and it was probably her words that gave me the strength to come out. I suspected that she said what she did exactly for that reason so a few years back I asked her and she told me she said it because it was the truth, a truth she thought one day I might need.
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How beautiful your Abuela is... That's the sweetest story I have heard in a long time
 
I'm so sad. I just went to buy a cookie from subway and was so excited to get the macadamia white chocolate into me, but they gave me bloody chocolate chip! Far out, worst gay christmas eve ever.
 
jessy_girl said:
I'm so sad. I just went to buy a cookie from subway and was so excited to get the macadamia white chocolate into me, but they gave me bloody chocolate chip! Far out, worst gay christmas eve ever.
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Lol don't you hate that! Expecting one thing and getting something totally different. I love those subway macadamia cookies.
 
Witty Banter said:
They could have been raisins.
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Well yeah that would've truly sent me over the edge.

Trala said:
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
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That's literally exactly what I said when I saw those awful brown pieces. So sad.

shadow2 said:
Lol don't you hate that! Expecting one thing and getting something totally different. I love those subway macadamia cookies.
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Yep, like when soft drink is flat or milk is off. Well not that I drink either of those things but I can imagine. So disappointing. And yes those macadamia cookies actually are the best!
 
Slowly I made my way up the cold grey steps, dragging my tired body along with my huge wings, white and feathery that were coming out of my back, up the building to the top floor. I wasn't an angel, in fact I didn't believe in heaven. I was just an ordinary young man who woke up one day to find myself with a couple of feathers sticking out my back. I tried pulling them off, but no matter how hard I tried they just wouldn't be removed. A couple of hours I noticed more and more feathers sticking out of my back. By the end of the day I had wings sticking out of my back. This really excited me. I had wings! I could fly now. But then I remembered that being a human I didn't know how to fly. So there was only one thing for me to do I had to fly from the nearest building. It was dangerous, and possibly would kill me. But my gut told me that this is what I had to do. So one day I walked to this old abandoned building with its doors strewn open and all its windows gone and started to climb to to the top.

Was I really going to do this? My heart was beating heavily in my chest, and I wanted to lie down. To get some rest and to sleep on the hard edges of the staircase. But I had to be at the top of the building. I had to fly off the very top of the building, staring up above at all these people going about their lives, with my new wings. So I soldiered on, continuing to climb up the stairs. I climbed all the way to the top until I reached a big metal door. Slowly I opened the door and was hit by a blinding flash of light. The sun was hurting my eyes, so I quickly raced out the door and stared around me at the beautiful blue sky around me. The roof was quiet, only a couple of pigeons were
flying above me. But apart from that there was no one else here. This was the perfect opportunity for me to practice my flying. There was no better time like the present. I walked over and stepped onto the red ledge of the building. My feet feeling heavy, but my heart feeling pure.

The air felt cold as I looked down below at the bustling sights of the city. I could see cars lining up waiting for the lights to go green, children playing in the street, a young couple arguing over a pram, an old man shuffling along the pedestrian crossing with his newspaper and dog, the top of a tree with leaves so green that you wanted to take a picture of them, and I could see for miles and miles all the ugly grey rows of buildings. I took a deep breath, and lifted my left feet into the air. But then I took it back. What was I doing? I wasn't meant to fly. I was just an ordinary human. I was not meant to be special. I needed to go back to my ordinary everyday life. I was just about to walk down from the ledge when a small gust of wind knocked me off the ledge. I was free falling to the ground, heading straight for a bright blue car.

Without thinking I started to flap my wings. To this day I don't know what made me think to that. But it saved my life. As I started to flap my wings I flew out of danger, narrowly missing the blue car by a couple of inches. and up towards the bright sky. It felt a bit awkward at first, as I tried to co- ordinate my wing movements. But I soon got the hang of it. I flew past buildings, across bridges and beneath tunnels. The wind was rushing through my hair. I could fly anywhere I wanted to. I was free.
 
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