Dennis: Some gay guys are twinks, and others are bears. This gay guy's a bear. By the way we're totally cool with that. To each his own.
Frank: Wait, I'm a little confused here. What's a twink?
Dennis: A twink is small and slender, like Mac.
Mac: Oh no, I'm too muscular, I would be a bear.
Dennis: Ohh don't think so bro. Not hairy enough.
Frank: Smooth. I would be a bear.
Dennis: No no see I don't think you'd be a bear either. As a matter of fact I don't know what you would be because you're definitely not a twink.
Frank: I'd be a top, that's for sure.
Mac: Can a twink be a top, or is that reserved for bears?
Dennis: I'm sure there's a great deal of switching back and forth, but I think more often than not bears are tops, unless they happen to be power bottoms.
Frank: What's a power bottom?
Mac: A power bottom is a bottom that is capable of receiving an enormous amount of power.
Dennis: Actually Mac, you got it backwards. See a power bottom's actually generating all the power by doing most of the work.
Frank: Does the power have to do with the size or the strength of the bottom?
Mac: Now Dennis, I've heard that speed has something to do with it.
Dennis: Speed has everything to do with it. You see the speed of the bottom informs the top how much pressure he's supposed to apply. Speed's the name of the game. Right buddy?
 

I've come to notice lately, that you really cannot do anything without being judged anymore... Like, really. I mean, this may already be fairly obvious and pointless to write out, but it's really discouraging.
No one can get anything, do anything, wear anything, or ANYTHING without being categorized or criticized. Shit, man.

I'd be a liar if I said I didn't categorize people, but just realizing it bums me out.

If you go shopping in a thriftstore, you're some hippie wannabe.
If you wear makeup, you're a whore.
If you sit on a park bench alone, you're a loner.
If you read a book on a style of music, you're a poser.
If you get a short haircut, you're a lesbian.
If you hate sports, you're a fat, lazy bastard.
If you wear sweatpants one day, you're a slob.
If you write poems, you're a tool.
If you write stories and you're not known, you're a hack.
If you play sports, you're a jock.
If you wear all black, you're emo.
If you don't go out for a few days, you have no friends.
If you wear a band tshirt, you only listen to that band.
If you wear a dress, you're a girly girl.

You get it.

I'm frustrated with the world.