Going to be dating a chav lad in a few days I'm so excited!
(I know I posted this last night, I'm still figuring out how this site works and didn't realise there's a UK-centric group, so I'm going to post here, too. If double-posting isn't allowed I will delete.)
Some backstory because some people are probably going to think "why?" I love chavs so much it's not even funny.
When I say "chav" I'm not using it as an insult I'm strictly referring to the famous British subculture and I mean it in the most endearing way possible.
Growing up the local chav lads were the ones who protected me and always made me laugh. Whenever I was depressed, my family would just tell me to "grow up" or make it about themselves. The chavs never did that. They'd just invite me to hang out, genuinely cheer me up, and let me know exactly where to find them if I ever needed them again.
My dad was abusive and cowardly, and in a lot of ways, the chavs represented the exact opposite of him. That support didn't stop after school, either. Over the years, whenever I've been at my lowest, it's like the universe just summons them. Older chav lads (adult men) have helped me when I was lost, and some have literally talked me down from doing something stupid, all while my family told me I shouldn't show vulnerability to people.
Even though I tried making friends with different groups back in school, it was the chav lads who reached out on Facebook years later just to check in on me. I've never experienced anything but kindness from that subculture, whereas I've faced plenty of harm from so-called "respectable" groups. I’ve associated the subculture with comfort for so long that I quite literally wouldn't be alive without them.
I even think the aesthetic itself is beautiful. There's something so endearing about the whole look of these men. the gold chains, the soft tracksuits, the little hoop earrings, and the bubble trainers. But it’s not really about the clothes because if someone just dresses up as one for fun, it does nothing for me. It's about who they are and what that combination of clothes represents.
Been talking to him for a few weeks and it turns out he's a long-lost friend of mine and he lives just down the street. He's been really funny and sweet and I'm so excited to finally meet up in person with him
Some backstory because some people are probably going to think "why?" I love chavs so much it's not even funny.
When I say "chav" I'm not using it as an insult I'm strictly referring to the famous British subculture and I mean it in the most endearing way possible.
Growing up the local chav lads were the ones who protected me and always made me laugh. Whenever I was depressed, my family would just tell me to "grow up" or make it about themselves. The chavs never did that. They'd just invite me to hang out, genuinely cheer me up, and let me know exactly where to find them if I ever needed them again.
My dad was abusive and cowardly, and in a lot of ways, the chavs represented the exact opposite of him. That support didn't stop after school, either. Over the years, whenever I've been at my lowest, it's like the universe just summons them. Older chav lads (adult men) have helped me when I was lost, and some have literally talked me down from doing something stupid, all while my family told me I shouldn't show vulnerability to people.
Even though I tried making friends with different groups back in school, it was the chav lads who reached out on Facebook years later just to check in on me. I've never experienced anything but kindness from that subculture, whereas I've faced plenty of harm from so-called "respectable" groups. I’ve associated the subculture with comfort for so long that I quite literally wouldn't be alive without them.
I even think the aesthetic itself is beautiful. There's something so endearing about the whole look of these men. the gold chains, the soft tracksuits, the little hoop earrings, and the bubble trainers. But it’s not really about the clothes because if someone just dresses up as one for fun, it does nothing for me. It's about who they are and what that combination of clothes represents.
Been talking to him for a few weeks and it turns out he's a long-lost friend of mine and he lives just down the street. He's been really funny and sweet and I'm so excited to finally meet up in person with him
