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| Good afternoon...I'm here to present to you all an experience I recently had. Life is full of new experiences, or at least should be. For a little background, I've included a brief clip of what we're about to get into. Enjoy... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GMZjkNW5b8 There. Now, with a lot of things in life, this comes with a disclaimer. Or, at least, a lot of things should come with a disclaimer. DISCLAIMER: I am not gay. It has been very well-documented my various exploits with those of the female variety, and most have been enjoyable. However, I happen to know several folks who prefer the company of individuals who are of the same sex as his/her own, and that's cool. Hey, to each their own, and live and let live, and (insert other friendly cliche here). Now, let it be known that while I am friends with lots of homosexuals, life didn't always come so easy in that respect. I was never a full-blown homophobic (Would that have made me partially-blown? Discuss that on your own time.). I never went around bashing gays with clubs like they were baby seals. But was I uncomfortable? Certainly. Puzzled by this trending attitude as the movement gained momentum in my teen years? Sure. When we're younger, we're always fearful of things that aren't like us. In order to accept this into our own "personal society", we have to face that fear. We have to learn. We have to grow. We have to see; and only then can we learn to accept. At least, that's how it came along for me. I was the son of a racist who threw around the N-word often enough that I thought he had a record deal with Def Jam, and his cure for AIDS was to "take all the n*****s, faggots and drug users, put 'em all on an island and give them guns". Creative, he was, no? Anyway...moving on... So as I mentioned, I experienced a "first" for me. Even at my age, it's nice to still have "firsts". And this was a biggie for me. On Sunday afternoon, I went on my very first trip to a Gay Bar. See, Buffalo has a pretty decent community of rainbow colored, flag-waving members of society. And these people like to have drinks and socialize. These establishments have opened, making it safe for these people to do just that in an environment that doesn't have a threatening feel of people staring, mocking, or otherwise passing unnecessary judgements. They are non-exclusive, open to everyone, and, I'm proud to say, a damn good time. We went because it was one of CWC's co-worker's birthday, so her work people were gonna be there, and some of my co-workers as well, cuz, they're, well, gay, and this is where they hang out. At first inspection, it looks like any other dive bar in pretty much any other community in Western New York...well-stocked bar, jukebox, posters up announcing shows, etc. Only it's a little more purpley and most of the patrons are not like me. Which I'm ok with. Party started at 3...we show up at 5 cuz I'm like that. One of J's friends is already trashed. She's straight, but licking J's face to the point of J being uncomfortable...and to the point of wanting to hook up with my girlfriend. Oh dear me... Now, most of those who know me know that while I'm accepting of all types of people of any variety, there is one simple rule I've placed upon my homosexual friends that should be adhered to at all times: Do not let your friends hit on me...that is the only thing about men who like men that really makes me uncomfortable. And I can honestly say I don't know why that is, unless it's the fact that I have to turn them down. But sure enough, some big, bald, brown dude gently smacks me on the chest as I'm coming in from having a cigarette and holding the door for him, and says "Thank you, cutie" as he walks through. Ahhhhh, ummm, excuse me?? Those who know me know that I do not believe myself to be a "cutie", though it is nice to hear once in awhile. But to hear it from another dude is just kinda off-putting, if ya know what I mean. On the flip-side, we met a very nice lesbian couple who absolutely adored us and told us that several times, between group hugs and stuff. Jess told them how we met, and they friggin' loved me like a champ for it. That, I really enjoyed. So overall, it was a great time. It had to happen eventually I figure, what with all the gayness surrounding me and all. Maybe all it took was just the right people. Or maybe all it took was me. Either way, fun. Everyone should go at least once, and stay for more than a drink or two. You'll never know what can happen...especially when a boss of your girlfriend is drunk beyond belief and groping everything. That's all I'll say about that. VITAL STATS:  Bullet points rule! 78 views on four entries ain't too bad when I should be doing better things like answering emails and doing housework. Borders was out of the book AND cd I was looking for. So I'm out of my "Save 40% on one item" coupon. It's ok though, cuz I saw my old manager from when I worked at the smaller Borders, and we spoke for a few minutes. Special shout-out to Justin, who reads this stuff...thanks! This was written while listening to this: Indie hip-hop's head of the class...(explicit lyrics and Beastie Boys samples, so hide the women and children...):http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hlqJl2XDhkU Celebrate life and each other, often. Peace homies! |
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