1:46 p.m. - January 23, 2003
The gay thing is on my mind, can you tell? I must remind you that I don't generally respond to emails so give up the fight; more than a handful of people are a bit (a) put off; (b) offended; (c) cluck their tongues at my insoucient stereotyping. Gay guys are not solely about sex... at least not after the relationship has ensued. Okay, okay, that's too much tongue-in-cheek. You, you, and you are the exceptions and let me wallow in stereotypes. If it's meant to be, I'll find a masculine, regular, "straight-acting" (Jesus. What a connotation) guy who hasn't slept around and isn't into Pottery Barn and American Idol... Or whatever else is airing this week. Yes, Floodtide, it's hyperbole. But there's a serious hypersexualization of the morass that poor judgment and even poorer analysis considers a community - a non-chalant partner play - and while I've never been to a gay bar or a gay club, I've been exposed to enough already and that was a surfeit in itself.
Eh. I just don't want to think I'll be like every other gay guy I know, that's all.
Bother. I can't think and this entry like old spaghetti, of which I have much in the refrigerator.