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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.
Mon 02/25/2002
Nico is not...
I am not...
...the young Latino man who joined the marines after graduating from high school because he couldn't think of anything better to do. From the stories I have heard, it was like letting a kid loose inn a candy store. The gay porn version that is. It seems that the boy slept his way through every available serviceman and several of the officers as well.
(I would never a have considered joining the services, nor would I have been as popular if I had.)
...the heterosexual man who sings; dances; loves musical theater; hates sports: is somewhat, no, is very effeminate; very fastidious about his appearance; only has female friends (but never dates them); and whom everyone assumes is well, you know, "that way."
(Strangely, people tend to assume that I 'm straight, not the other way 'round.)
...the woman who found herself in a threesome relationship with a "straight" couple because she was so in lust with the other woman that she decided that she could put up with the man as long as he didn't touch her too much.
(No matter how much I could ever want another guy, sex with a woman???? uh, no. Ick. Yes, I am that gay. hehe)
...the man who paid for university by working in the porn and um, "service" industry.
(Somebody pay MONEY for the privilege of having sex with me??? Bwahahaha....heh, I wouldn't have made enough for a decent lunch let alone tuition.)
...the woman who bravely faced surgery and a very long recovery time so that her niece could a have new kidney and a new lease on life.
(I hope that I would be as unselfish under similar circumstances.)
...the woman who spent years suppressing any feelings of attraction for other women, only to find herself "surrounded" by out queer co-workers.
(All two of us. Two out of sixteen employees. The woman in question had an interesting definition of surrounded.)
...the man who can not understand why his eldest son wanted to go to college in New York instead of CMC, USC, or any of the other local schools he had been accepted to.
(having briefly met the young man, I can hazard a guess that his desire to move cross country may have something to do with living a life his fundamentalist parents would not approve of.)
...the woman who bought herself a new Porsche for her 54th birthday because she was feeling blue.
(A Porsche???? A car that costs more money than the down payment on my house???? Um, no.)
...the young man who decided in college that he was going to "stop being gay and marry a woman after he graduated law school," because that was the best way to get ahead in his future career.
(I lost track of him after graduation and have no idea if he went through with his threat/plan.)
...the woman of color who after fighting prejudice and misongeny her entire life, succeeded in in her goal of becoming a doctor, only to have most of her patients assume she is a nurse.
(and a good thing to, I'm not as nice as her and would probably jam 'em with a needle out of sheer spite or sump'tin.)
The reason for this odd little entry is that I am SICK AND TIRED of writing about myself, but I still felt like posting something anyway. The normalcy should return next time.
maybe.
more later,
nico
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