Slalloming onward...

I continue to update, Lord knows why, since I have little fiscal evidence that anyone reads this. Oh, well, all for the better. Livejournal is really too much of a 'look at me!' thing, anyway, isn't it?I've been getting this vibe from a lot of my (straight) friends recently, that I mention gay stuff constantly. Message to all those people: DUH. If you could only all hear yourselves and realize that most of what I hear coming out of people's traps is 'boysboysboys', and that I feel totally alienated by 75% of conversation. My constantly "bringing the gay" is part of asserting my comfort level, not "proving" anything. If Mohammed won't go to the mountain....Yea, it is because I'm gay. And yea, I'm very comfortable with myself. However, society has this neat little way of reminding me that I'm not accepted every time I walk out of my goddamn house. Whether it's my friends yakking off about how Johnny Depp looks, or my relatives at Passover feeling the replesant URGE to delve into my personnal life, I feel scrutenized, disected, patronized, plain uncomfortable, and boxed in. Most of the last isn't done by the heterosexuals around me...it's done by flaming queens who think that who you love has to do with how you dress or what you dance to. The people most adherent to gay stereotypes that I've met? Gay men and women, who are boring and obnoxious, and just as hurtful to their own social accpetance as Fred Phelps. The excuse that your floppy wrists are you 'being yourself'? That's what a hateful society has convinced you is true. It's not, and if you want to be silly, leave me out of it.Grievances, A Peggy and Zoe Discussion: SwizzlePixie: "ahem...testing testing 1,2,3..."SwizzlePixie: "the Bitching Mike is offically on, and in perfect working order"SwizzlePixie: Thank you. I would just like to say that I have short hair because it looks better on my round russian face and i'm lazy like that.SwizzlePixie: *hands mike off to peg*Peggyzena: Sometimes I feel the need to yell "I wear bandannas because I unruly hair, not because it reflects my sexual orientation" Peggyzena: Just because I like girls DOES NOT mean I am attracted to you...I don't even like blondes! Peggyzena: *hands mike back over* SwizzlePixie: to all the girls in the locker room; i'm the only lesbian in there, and the only one who keeps her eyes to herself!...oh, and on the subject of whether or not i'm looking at you; don't flatter yourself.SwizzlePixie: *passes mike*Peggyzena: To my senior lounge-mates, just because I am a lesbian does not mean I know everything about lesbian sex...in fact, I have never had sex with my significant other! Peggyzena: *passes mike* SwizzlePixie: to the general Right: for a load of conservatives who claim to be disgusted with my lifestyle, you seem awfully concerned with what we gays do in the bedroom. *evil smile*SwizzlePixie: *passes mike*Peggyzena: Oh, and to nasty nasty men who think my sexual activities with women are for your benefit, kissing my girlfriend in public is not equivelent to free porn Peggyzena: *mike pass* SwizzlePixie: ditto on that one. oh, and mentioning gay things is a way to assert my comfort level, not to 'prove' something.SwizzlePixie: *pass*Peggyzena: With everyone saying how hot a guy is, I feel that I should be able to comment on a woman's attractivness without being stared at like I have three heads Peggyzena: *pass* SwizzlePixie: i hate melissa etheridge. i hate k.d. lang. and i hate that when i make those statements, other lesbian ask me " what kind of gay person are you"?SwizzlePixie: *PASS*Peggyzena: I wear make-up, and I'm gay...these things arn't contridictory!! Peggyzena: *pass* SwizzlePixie: butch? femme? i'll call it fetch and pass on the whole traditionalist notion!Anyway....back to our regularly scheduled programming...Am allllll alone en mi casa. Parents gone off on blatant marriage-lost-it's-fire holiday. Today was Easter Sunday, or, to some, better known as International Jews at the Movies Day. Rabbit and I biked to the Clairidge and saw Bend It Like Beckham which re-affirmed our stationary Anglophilia, and made me go " Hmm.....Indian soccer chicks....". (Fake)beard stroking optional.