24 October 2012

Perks to Being a Faggot

The idea that there would be perks to being gay was not fathomable. I was too busy praying the gay away and trying to get matching cleats to my flag football outfit . . . I mean, uniform.

I saw the movie The Perks to Being a Wallflower last night and realized what I was missing in retrospect. Instead of embracing my unique qualities (I have yet to hear of anyone coming out in middle school) and put myself out there which the main character Charlie did a few times, I was trying to hide and fit in with the straight kids. In high school, there were a couple gay upperclassmen who I looked up to, but they were just so over the top, I was too embarrassed and too coy to keep up. But there was a gay kid in my class, but he was so in denial that I knew I didn't want to be like him. He fawned over the soccer team made up of Portuguese kids and disguised it by saying he was the yearbook photographer. Actually, that was genius. Ha.

But here are three things I should have embraced earlier in life as the homo of the Class of 1997.

1. The advances of a gay kid from the public school down the road.

2. The invitations to go to The Tunnel and Limelight.

3. The opportunity to come out when everyone around me were clearly "ok" with it.

Point of the conversation: It's never too late - or ever too early.

- DeeCue

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