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06.13.04 - 10:01 p.m. It's been a full weekend. I think it was exactly the right amount of all of things I needed to keep afloat. Not literally, of course, just simply in the dramatic sense. My momma came up on Thursday night and stayed until Saturday. It was good to have her here...just Mom and me hanging out together. She's a little depressing to be around, since she mostly only talks about either a surgery she just had, or one that she is about to get. She has a degenerative joint disease, so she is literally falling apart. She jokes about it all, but I guess I would joke a lot of I was wacky on pain pills all the time. We went to see Stepford Wives on Friday night with my friends Jillybeans and Hillster. I thought the movie was a lot of fun, and it was a good thing seeing the late movie with my mother and a couple of good friends. That is something I never get to do, and it's a fun experience...seeing a movie in an theatre with my mom. She talks a bit. It's cute. Stuff like, "Oh jeeze! No way..." She liked the movie, too. On Saturday after Mom left, Hillster and I went to Gay Day in the Park as a part of our cities Pride Festivities. It wasn't as big of a turn out as previous years. I think it's because it was really hot...and maybe it's not 'in' to go to pride festivals this year. Maybe most all of the gay folk were recovering from Martini hangovers. Their entertainment was kind of shitty...a lot of GLBT teens shouting 'ode to gay' poetry, and Fuck Bush cheers, and also a raffle drawing...a lot of 'Lube Baskets' being given away. Okay...that brings me to a point...or something. It wasn't rare for a speaker to talk about "fucking" or "cock," and then there was the Lube baskets...Our 'community' is so caught up on the Sex part of who we are...I guess that is the factor that pulls us from the Majority crowd, that and a natural affinity for Feng Shui. But, if we are trying so hard to show the world that we're not "Hung" up on sex...that sex is a minor part of who we are...then this shouldn't be the thing we focus on and use for a reason to discriminate. I'm totally not making sense...I just wrote "totally," It's one thing to say it...But I WROTE it...Anyway... When it's time to celebrate our pride of who we are... who we really are and our pride as a community...what is it we end up talking about? Sex. Blow-Jobs. And Lube. I guess it should be funny. As a group we were told not to talk about sex, because it was considered disgusting...so when given an opportunity to speak out and stand up and be noticed...we talk about...sex. I guess I'm annoyed a bit by the fact that being gay automatically means a person should be entertaining. The fact that America might be softening up to the idea of gays living amongst them is probably a good thing, but the people breaking down the walls, and showing them that gay people are to here to help...them with their curtain choices and wardrobe selection...are a bit cartoonish and over-the-top. What the hell...I guess they are the people actually standing up...this is an afterthought. Thank God for them. I just don't want the gay community to be reduced, once again, to a stereotype. Maybe, I should be satisfied some progress is being made...Hopefully, we'll get that jerkass out of office and he'll stop sending his brain-wave modifications out to the weak, and then we will be able to truly move up the social chain to "We are the People" peoples...and then we will be able to marry and divorce like the rest of the country. I am proud of myself and every gay person who refused to let the world tell them they can't be themselves, or be with the people who make them happy. I am proud of the fact I can have sex with my boyfriend and not feel guilty about it...my sex is not breaking anyone's heart...not even Buddha, not even baby Jesus. Happy Pride Month. Be Proud of Yourself. While on the Gay Boat...I really enjoy the new George Michael CD.
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