A long time ago i was in Gatlinburg with a bunch of people, some friends and some friends of friends. It had been brought up by one of my "friends* that i was gay and had been a topic of the day. The....what do you do when you have sex, if you like them butch why not just have a "man", where you born "this" way, were you abused as a child, on and on, the typical crap questions that most of us roll our eyes to and pray they end quickly.
We had decided to get one of those old time pictures made and 3 of us went into the dressing room at one time. I noticed two of the girls, i didn't know that well, were with me and were sorta huddled together in the corner of this big room where we dressed. I just thought, well they are sorta odd.
It did not OCCUR to me until DAYS later what they were probably thinking....i would galk at them or admire/want them cause i'm "gay". They were definately uncomfortable with me in there with them. When i figured out this was more than likely the reason for them acting so strange it hurt my feelings so bad and made me sick.
You know sometimes i still feel like an alien on this planet. Like someone that once it is "out" that i'm gay i am then some wild animal after anything in a skirt and will stop at nothing to get it.
I get so frustrated and shocked at how *some* straight people still see us. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
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~ I've learned that people will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel. ~
Maya Angelou
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