Gay Men.

The comments made on my last post lead me to believe that this subject needs to be discussed further.

ghost said...

what exactly was it that made you want to be a gay male?

8:17 AM

Many things. The most important of which Adam addressed in his comment.

Adam said...

Didn't you tell me once you were a gay black man trapped in a straight white woman's body?

a) what does that say about me, considering our history?

b) are you no longer black on the inside? what happened?

11:16 AM

In one of the lines of work that I do (the performance art line, including design, choreography, vocals, dance and colorguard), the field is dominated by, you guessed it: gay men.

The reason this is noteworthy is that it feeds my bitter feminism to the point where I want to stop shaving under my arms and wear boxers under all of my pants suits. Men always get to climb higher on the professional ladder, EVEN if they are a taboo minority. Gay men are my competition. They get the higher paying gigs, get to throw the higher rifle tosses, and some even get to be bigger, higher pitched, louder bitches than me.

They have the best of both worlds. They get to have more physical strength, yet be sensitive, thoughtful, and like to cook. I could continue on with this sweeping stereotyping, but it might make me look bad.

And just to make it worse, African Americans :cough BLACK PEOPLE cough: have more rhythm, style, comedic timing, muscle definition, social charms, and family history and structure that far surpass any other collective race/nationality.

So to answer your questions, Adam, yes I did tell you that I was a black, gay male trapped in a white, straight woman's body. I feel oppressed and limited in this estrogen filled jello mold.

What does that say about you? That you are very comfortable with yourself, your sexuality, and that if black, gay men had racks like mine, you might be gay. The wife needs to know about this before you leave her, old and alone, with two kids, for some hot little twenty-something Latino you found on facebook.

And thirdly, I feel even more black on the inside than I used to because of all the hip hop classes I have been taking (taught by, imagine!! a black, gay male), and I am one of his star pupils.

Those of you reading my blog for the first time, I apologize, and hope you don't take this the wrong way. I've been watching a lot of Gilmore Girls lately, and I think the absurd speech patterns and politically incorrect comments have gone to my head.