This is interesting because I always feel like I adapt when I move and become a version of myself that does fit in.

I grew up a city boy.

Moved to the country and began wearing outdoor gear and rock climbing until I was indistinguishable from my neighbors.

Moved to a hippy town and started smoking weed in tie dye until I was indistinguishable from my neighbors.

Moved to NYC and started wearing a hat and an overcoat until I was indistinguishable from my neighbors.

And now I’m on the border of Mexico and don’t look anything like my neighbors, but apparently I’ve picked up enough Spanglish that people have still started asking me what region of Mexico my family is from (none).

I’ve retained little elements from each phase of my life and carried them over into the next, but every level also stands out as a distinct hybridized version of myself that I became for a time. In turn, it helped me discover new parts of myself that I would not have found if I hadn’t changed how I was living to fit my environment.

So, if you feel like you don’t fit in, maybe try to adapt to your surroundings so it is a little easier for people to meet you in the middle culturally.

We are the same, you and I.

Honestly, I have a weird feeling that this might be genuine. No need to sleep with the dude if OP doesn’t feel it, but it could be a cool opportunity to be a mentor and a friend to a younger queer dude if they get along.

Either way, meet in public and inform a friend.

Be unstoppable.

😬

That’s no log…that’s American hardwood!

Siete leches.

Idk, swelling the weight of a bag is a dick move and I think it should be punished harshly. /s

What an asshole. /s

How does one die of piles?