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I don't think it has anything t do with "Too Gay". It is just not fair to the gay people who are not flamboyant butterflies to be lumped into the same category as the ones that are.
People are not born to be that flamboyant. It is a learned behavior, it's unnatural, and they take it over the top for attention for some-odd reason. I am constantly compared to a neighbor from down the street because he is also gay, but the difference is that he is a cross-dresser, has a different guy at his house every other day, and parades it around. Nobody gives the down to earth guys a chance...
I think that blog was Dead-on.
I know what you mean about being "lumped together" but that's what I mean about pride, and the parade. I equate a flamboyant drag queen to paella, and the more demure gay to, say, rice and beans. If you have 2 stalls, one selling paella and one selling rice and beans, I bet you get more "ooh's and ahh's" from the paella than you do the rice and beans, even if the rice and beans is more ubiquitous to the society, it's less "foreign" than the paella. It's the same reason the more flamboyant gays are celebrated, or, at least, more recognizable to people not familiar with the culture.
I'd argue that some people are just born that loud and flamboyant, but that's another matter. I believe it to be a combination of "male" bravado and posturing, and the more "female" penchant to be able to express oneself readily. Combined, you can have something loud and flamboyant. And hey, I was doing a school nurse rotation, and there was a flamboyant little boy there, hands on his hip, loud, ***** stare, he had everything. And I really doubt he learned it from someone else any more specifically than a boy learns to be "a boy" and a girl learns to be "a girl."
As far as being compared, hey. It happens to everyone from the outside looking in. Take Drk.Pch, would you say he's black, or hispanic? Generalizations based on personal upbringings kind of clouds how we see things, especially if we lack the knowledge and understanding of different subgroups to be able to make clear distinctions between, say, you and your neighbor. It happens to me, too, all the time
I'm a man, a woman, gay, transsexual, transgender, transvestite, a freak, something else, androgynous, genderqueer, intersex, 3rd sex, and the list goes on. But when I'm allowed the voice to explain who I am, people can see it and get it, and accept it readily because it makes sense.
Hiroi (And by that I mean that 2 Dolla Ho who stuck a bobby pin from her koolaid weave into the electric socket):
Your profile says you're 16. I was 16 when I came out :o (Well, the first time, the second time kinda just eased its way in there over time ;P) Certainly not saying you should do anything you're not ready to do.
This is my (gay) coming out story, for you, my little AIDS princess~
Um. My little brother was leaving to DC? for the national spelling bee, and my mom was going with him (hotel and stuff, he was in middle school iirc.) On the way out, down the steps, as they were leaving, I whispered "I'm gay" in her ear before she left, and she stared at me. Then, because I didnt like her standing right there, staring, I kind of nudged (pushed) her down the steps. I don't recommend doing that. I dont remember what happened after that, but when she got to the hotel (no cell phones), she called me, crying, and we talked about it. She said she wasnt mad, she was sad, that she lost the son who had the future she had always dreamed of happening. She lost grandchildren that were never even born yet. She lost the image of who she wanted me to be, and I reassured her that the person I was, was still here, and she really didn't lose anything, she still had me.
There's probably more, but I don't remember :x But yeah, don't tell your mom then push her down the steps. But I think if you and your mom have a good relationship (I would think you do), and she's clearly thought about it enough to be able to bring it up to you in conversation, she knows it already. She might be looking for you to prove her wrong, but moms are smart. If you do tell her, be sure to tell her you love her no matter how she feels about you, and tell her that you hope she still loves you, too.
/endseriousposttotheKFChooker
