There's an article today in the New York Times about real gay cowboys in Wyoming that talks about how gay cowboys, or anyone out in "Man's Country", are looked at pretty much as freaks.
http://www.nytimes.com/...
Not a big surprise to me. I'm reminded of that every time I leave my little "gay world" and venture back home to the Mid-West. I still have the scabs from Thanksgiving!
It is a unique experience to be talking to the people you are most genetically like, shared the same experience (more or less) growing up, and then having them repeat to you, pretty much verbatim, the words of Senator Dick. I'm thinking, "Uh, can't you at least change the wording a little bit?" I mean, do they make you guys memorize that shit or do they just download it directly into your brain now? "Must assimilate more talking points! Resistance is futile." My favorite quote from the Thanksgiving holiday, "...and I can say that because I'm open minded." That's when the top of my head exploded! That and this little gem; "What are you some expert on all things gay now?" Um. Kinda. Or maybe just all things Faggy. Or WestHollywoody. Whatever! So my mantra for the week became, "Yea? Well I think you're full of shit." That and "Go fuck yourself." I know! I know! We're supposed to be the better person rise above it and all and blah blah blah, but I'm tired of being the better person. I'm sick of so many straights thinking we're not "real men". We're girlie men. So hey, I'm going to give it to you "straight". In the words of Dicky Cheney, "Go fuck yourself." Here's my suggestion for a new gay slogan for 2006; "We're here, we're queer, and we're sick of giving make-overs!" Well, unless you like giving make-overs.
And I told myself I would never become one of those jaded queens. Whups. My bad!
But as gays, you realize, early on for a lot of us, that's we're just different, odd, wrong, GROSS!, so we leave our homes and families behind and try to find others like us somewhere, usually in a big city, so that, for the first time in many of our lives, we can feel normal. And it's too bad really, because some guys don't like city life. Or they can't handle it. They want the quiet, country life. Ironic that, for us, big city life, with the crime and the gangs and the traffic and the drugs and the prostitutes, etc., etc., etc., is actually safer.
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