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threeplusfire) wrote2007-10-11 07:18 pm
threeplusfire) wrote2007-10-11 07:18 pm
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Men, in love
Happy National Coming Out Day. In case you missed it, I am solidly in the middle of the Kinsey scale and I see no reason to pick a side. I'm also way more of a boy despite the physical body I have that is a girl's. But it doesn't matter, ultimately. I know who and what I am.
The video linked above made me smile. Homosexual romance of the male variety is the last forbidden territory it seems. Anywhere in American culture you can find tons of heterosexual activity, and even lesbian or pseudo-lesbian activity simply presented for titillation. But man on man expressions of love and lust are not shown, and if they are it comes at a price. Maybe it seems that much more wonderful and tenuous to me, because it is so rarely seen.
I spent most of today wishing I had never taken the position I did at work. I'm desperately unhappy and angry about work. Instead of paying attention during my fourth meeting this week, I wrote about ten pages of a short story about Meier. After I was finished setting up the training room and being assigned to janitorial duties, I was told "I need to go get back on the phone because that's what I'm really supposed to be doing." Let's not mention how the intake volume was a fraction of what it has been recently so it wasn't like we were overly busy.
My mother's birthday is tomorrow. I'm perturbed that I won't be able to see my grandparents because they are only staying for lunch. I have dental surgery tomorrow and I'll be unconscious by lunch time. Lame.
Happy National Coming Out Day. In case you missed it, I am solidly in the middle of the Kinsey scale and I see no reason to pick a side. I'm also way more of a boy despite the physical body I have that is a girl's. But it doesn't matter, ultimately. I know who and what I am.
The video linked above made me smile. Homosexual romance of the male variety is the last forbidden territory it seems. Anywhere in American culture you can find tons of heterosexual activity, and even lesbian or pseudo-lesbian activity simply presented for titillation. But man on man expressions of love and lust are not shown, and if they are it comes at a price. Maybe it seems that much more wonderful and tenuous to me, because it is so rarely seen.
I spent most of today wishing I had never taken the position I did at work. I'm desperately unhappy and angry about work. Instead of paying attention during my fourth meeting this week, I wrote about ten pages of a short story about Meier. After I was finished setting up the training room and being assigned to janitorial duties, I was told "I need to go get back on the phone because that's what I'm really supposed to be doing." Let's not mention how the intake volume was a fraction of what it has been recently so it wasn't like we were overly busy.
My mother's birthday is tomorrow. I'm perturbed that I won't be able to see my grandparents because they are only staying for lunch. I have dental surgery tomorrow and I'll be unconscious by lunch time. Lame.
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