It Takes A Village

Being out and proud makes you somewhat of a figure, which is sad. Because, in comparison to the civilized world, we have a long long way to go - I am losing hope that we'll get there. Many people here can't handle fabulousness. We are still discussing if women should vote. And even when I am all for it, I know that when it actually does happen we're just adding a big chunk to the miseducted sector. So, whatever.

Anyway, back to the subject: I find that people know of me and know about me things acquaitences or strangers shouldn't know. It's some kind of social stalking. Like, I know the other people deep in hiding are keeping me at watch and drop my name in front of thier friends and family to see their reaction to my name. Others, look into my stuff, read my shit and delve into my life through human sources. I know this as I have met a couple who have done so until they introduced themselves to me. Not that I think I am all that and a bag of Doritos, but even my friends say that.

This reminds me of a line in the British comedy Little Britain: "But, I am the only gay in the village"

I really didn't ask for this and I don't want it. But, if I can be of any help to anyone not out then that makes me feel better. Now, as more people are half-coming out and such this phenomenon has lessened and I hope it wanes to vanish. I mean seriously people, wake up and smell the Midori.

Music: Rumors - Lindsay Lohan