gender issues part 2

well, this has been quite the weekend for me. as some of you know, i am the merch boy for my band look afraid. and then as some of you might know, we had a show in middletown last night. i thought it was going to be okay, nothing great, but not terrible as well. well, let me tell you something. it was FUCKING HORRIBLE. not only is our venue on the fourth floor, the entire building itself was ready to fall apart. in fact, we were told not to incite extraneous movement for fear of the structural integrity of the floor. ghastly. the people there weren't of top caliber either. basically, i was sitting there at the merch table doing my homework AKA checking various email accounts and coming up with new merch ideas. i'd say a total of about 6 different people come up to the table to peruse our wares. they each give me the once over. there i was sitting in my red volcom hoodie from UO, a von dutch shirt from YRB of NYC, my express X2's, and the bright green chucks that have "I *heart* Tea" on them. on not to mention various other features like the nail polish and bracelets (handmade of course). so they thought what they thought and it was all the same thing, "fag." but that wasn't even the worse of it. i noticed that this one girl came up to the merch table about 4 times through out the night. first time was with a guy, i'm assuming her boyfriend because she was trying to get him to buy her a shirt. he just wanted to buy my hoodie off my back (of which i declined to). so then she comes back once more and didn't say anything. the third time she said she was going to get money from her uncle. the last time she offered me a hand job for a shirt. i said no. she then offered a blow job. i said no. then she was like "5 minutes in a locked room." i said no and said cash only. she walked away in a rush. then more people came up to the table. this girl and her mother spent 5 minutes trying to read what's on the back of my computer (words aren't enough, a photo is. look around you.) the girl goes off giggling somewhere. for a lack of sheer horror, i spent 15 minutes dealing with the head of security because he was trying to get a shirt off of me for free. dude had a barb wire tattoo around his neck. then another man tried the same and when i said no, he said that we probably didn't have shirts large enough for him before storming away. by that time, the show was almost over so i packed up. this was already a horrible show to begin with. the sound sucked, the power went off during the middle of a song, mosey broke a snare, and we didn't make any money. regardless, i wanted out of there. once i get to ground floor, i immediately get harassed by the security outside. leers and laughs. i then noticed the girl who was looking at my laptop from earlier standing in the corner laughing. i decide to take no action and walk to the van to help pack it up. on my second trip, the girl working security said "I'll suck your dick for 5 dollars." final straw. i light up a cig and just walked away. the first thing going through my head was "I don't think your vagina accepts credit cards." but that was it. i fucking have had it with middletown. it was a shit hole. from the douchebag waiter at our restaurant to the bitches in the front of the venue asking jeff if he was "the gay asian." of which i'm pretty sure they're referring to me. so yeah. we were at what is supposed to be a "metal" venue. you would think they would at least be open to alternative lifestyles seeing as they were living an alternative lifestyle. but how does declining sexual favors equate into me being gay? no, i don't want to have sex with a 16 year old for a t-shirt. no i don't want a 5 dollar blowjob. yeah, i wear nail polish, so what? i'm not gay. i love women too much. the fact that people always typecast me as a homosexual is getting rather old and boring. i'm used to it, but still, it wears on me as it would anyone after time.