Kitty Kat

"Kaos your afraid of the Kitty Kat!" My co-worker said, as a girl had just walked by and rather close to me I might add. She was so close I could smell her breath if I wanted to. My co-worker went on to say how I should have hopped on that and got her number. Number 1, I like Penis, my own and maybe urs if you are lucky. Number 2, I like penis. Number 3, the chick was a buttaface scallywag. So as my co-worker and I are having this discussion. My other co-worker whom I shall call Soul-Glo, because his hair is always greasy as hell, was walking by and my co-worker askes him, "You think Kaos is afraid of the The Kitty Kat?" Soul Glo, laughing a bit too hard,replies," I wouldn't doubt it!" Mind you I think Soul-Glo is gay him damn self. I don't give two shits that he does have a girlfriend. The over processed hair, contacts, and mascara, tell a different story, so I was immediately defensive that this bitch would try to call me out.

You are the biggest PUSSY I know, yet u are trying to call me out on my shit? Nah my brother it ain't even going down like that. Sad part is, no more than an hour later, was he back to his subtle, weird flirting with me.

Why do muthafuckas care what I do or who I am, if I am not fucking you, it's none of your damn business! My question to you all is:

Why do gay men feel the need to try and out other gay men? Mind you this kind of shit has happened BEFORE.