Drag queens

when I was 16, I had a fake I. D. and decided to
go to a gay bar by myself because some friends
bailed en me. While there, an elder gentleman
bought me a drink. He wasn' t a creeper, and he
definitely wasn' t unattractive. I accepted the
drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As
the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange.
I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and
this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we
were walking down the street, the thought of,
Oh god, he' s drugged me, Prn going to die' came
to my head. I tried to get away, but I was
drugged up that I could barely walk, let alene
speak. It also didn' t help that I had really large
goth' platform stress because I was going
through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought mete
his suv and began undressing me. As a tonal act
of t% fiance, I hit him ever the head with my
platform shoe. He then punched me, and I
remember thinking, 'Why deft they ever give
workshops to gay guys about being victims of
rape tee?’ While I was as careful as possable, I
never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I
even watched the bartender make the drink.
Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while
this pervert was lubing up. I lacked eyes with his
fer a moment, and that' s when it happened. A
very large and angry drag queen opened the
deer of the vehicle and beat the **** out of my
attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends
helped dress and care for me while the police
arrived. I was saved by a great: guardian drag
queens. They were basically the modern day
angels from heaven.'