You can identify however you want: gay, homosexual, bisexual, queer, MSM, or other; that’s your business. The moment you assume that because you can pass as a normal straight man, you are better than those who don’t is the moment you become an asshole who’s pretty out of touch with his feelings because you’re not mad at those “overtly gay men”; you’re mad that you’re grouped in with them by straight people who might have the power to decide whether you get a certain legal right and think that “normal” is an important quality for an oppressed minority to embody, who lack the humanity to view gays as people plural instead of a people singular. That moment is the moment when you become a mouthpiece for pernicious, conservative politicking based on deciding which lives are legitimate, and which lives are “too much,” or “are ruining it for the rest of us” or “asking for it.” Doubly depressing is that in scapegoating a member of a group that, in the eyes of those straight people who view us as a people, you’re a part of, you do violence to yourself. And that’s a bad thing.
I’m so hungover that I almost cried when my phone autocorrected “hungover” to “ungovernable”.
I got three Easter eggs for “being the baby of the family”.
Young, cute and full of chocolate xoxo