As a femme, people often assume that I know nothing about the world of Gaymos.
It's as if lipstick = so straight you don't know how to really be gay.
It really isn't that mysterious...
here I was thinking that us "outsiders" could stick together and be
accepting- seeing as many societies automatically exclude us for
munching carpet. (Don't get me started on how the lesbian community
That is why I avoid trumping the conversation
unless I deem it absolutely necessary (either to get someone to shut up
or to pull a little "I told you!!!" action).
You see- I grew up
around SO many gays, it can be mind-boggling. I am one of those queers
that was lucky enough to grow up in a queer household.
I have 4 loving parents, 3 of whom are women. It is quite wonderful and rainbow-y.
I was like, born in gay socks!
as a family, we have approximately the same proportion of normalcy and
fucked upedness as any other family. I like to think of our acceptance
of others as the place we really differ.
Who else can say to
their mom on a long distance call from Germany during a study abroad
term "Mom, Broom and I are together." and get the answer "I knew it! But
hey, I'm fishing, I will call you later. I soo knew it!"
email that prompted me to come out from a REALLY Catholic brother "Yeah,
so, we were taking bets about whether or not you and Broom are together
or not- so is there something going on there?"
It doesn't get much gayer than that, now does it?!?
I should get a lifetime membership from some place for this...