Stories from a man who fails to meet media expectations of what it means to be gay:
white, frivolous, over sexed yet sexless, shrill, single, stylish, a clown, unimportant, et al.

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Nico the weirdo

Living in California, my not being a smoker is not considered odd. What is considered strange is that I've never tried.

I blame this on a very effective anti-smoking lesson in seventh grade health class. I don't remember the lecture itself, but I can clearly recall the vivisectioned lungs we passed around class that day. One was of a nonsmoker and looked normal. The other was of a man who had died of cancer in his mid fifties. His lung was shrunken and was blackened with tar. It was disgusting. It was nasty. It was and still is the reason I have never been tempted to smoke.


I read comics.
When people find out that I "still" read comics, they tend to look at me funny. I've given people the comic books are a medium for telling a stories, not a genre itself lecture. That there can be more to it than men in tight spandex duking it out in Freudian battles. It doesn't matter. They still think: "gosh, isn't he a little old to be reading batman?"

Then again, if they did ask what it was I actually read, I would then have to admit to reading "all ages" fare like akiko and bone.


I've never done "that" with a woman.
Somehow the entire gay thing doesn't matter. For some reason, I'm strange for never having had sex with a woman. Admittedly, in my experience it has usually been straight men who think this. It has usually been straight men who wonder why I have never done this, if nothing else to satisfy curiosity.

Of course, my usual response to the curiosity argument is to ask them if they have ever had sex with another man "just out of curiosity." That usually shuts 'em up.



more later,

nico



Music:
Cesaria Evora Cesaria Evora


Want:
A green mango shake.


[*menudo is a tripe soup, traditionally eaten Sunday mornings.]
[**napales = cactus]

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