Homophobophobic

Homophobophobic

I’ve gotten very comfortable around gay people in the past couple years. Maybe it’s because of that time I was having sex with a guy who turned out to be gay. Seriously though, I’ve always been pretty open to all things, especially when it comes to sexual deviation. But since I started working in the Mt. Vernon area of Baltimore and at a primarily-continuing education school, I’ve been exposed to a lot more openly gay people than I was for three years in the Midwest Bible Belt of Conservativeland, Ohio. So I don’t think much about it. If somebody is willingly “out,” I don’t find it taboo to refer to them as gay when describing him or her to someone. Nor do I find it weird to talk to them about their partners or anything I wouldn’t normally feel uncomfortable talking about. I see the difference as just a preference they have that I don't, like talking to a Redskins fan. And yet, it makes some people uncomfortable. I was joking around about the Hippo Bar being the Coyote Ugly of gay bars. This comment made the already outed friend in our group clam up and think I had a problem with gay people. Sadly, this happens too often. I would guess that people who are not gay but talk about it openly enough to joke about it are more than likely viewed as homo-bashing than homo-friendly. So I’ve gotten to a point where I don’t feel the need to walk on egg shells around the subject and it makes me look like more of an ass to some people. So I have to treat something that’s not a big deal to me like it is so I don’t come across wrong now. As a country, we’ve gotten way too homophobophobic.

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The Best Man's Man

The Best Man's Man

OK. I'm falling behind, so no time for trivial things like chit chat. Or verbs (or jokes). There's a lot to catch you up on, in case there's anybody out there who still cares what I'm doing (hi mom) down here. But I need to tell you about Vegas first. Mike's brother was getting married there and his 'rents said he could take a date. That's where I came in. So the entire trip, the dad referred to me as Mike's "friend." He even made the little two finger on each hand " symbol when he said the word "friend." And I did wear a pink hat for 9 years, which didn't provide a great argument for my heterosexuality. Or Mike's (or my gay lover's). So the night of the wedding, Mike actually went and hooked up with his brother's long time best friend and best man, an actual girl named Cheresa who goes by the name Charlie. So we were anxious to spread the news to his dad to dispel the whole heterosexual myth, to which he retorted...

Quote Of the Day 1/9/03

"If you wanted to prove you weren't gay, hooking up with your brother's best man isn't exactly the best way to go about it."

-Mr. (Ghengis) Conover


Especially a best man named Charlie.

Jumping off the gay train,

Mr. Whistlehead.


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