June is Pride Month, so here's a very gay themed TMI Tuesday.
1. How old were you when you first kissed a boy?
Seventeen. The boys I played "Doctor" with in elementary school were pretty kinky, considering our age - - How many times did you play "Doctor" where the doctor tied you up before he stripped you down? Yeah, I started early - - but kissing was too "faggy."
Little did I know that I would continue to meet men throughout my adult life with strict "No Kissing" policies.
They'll put their tongue in crevices of your body that have never and will never see the light of day, but kissing is too "intimate."
Maybe it's just me, but I've always found someone's tongue in my ass as pretty damn intimate. Go know...
2. Who would play you in the movie of your life story?
Michael Cerveris is the obvious choice, but after the 18th rewrite of the script, the character of "me" will probably be changed to a straight, Southern woman (with hair) living in a loft in Manhattan with three feisty gal pals.
In that case, I would want Sissy Spacek to recreate her Coal Miner's Daughter magic in my biopic entitled, "I Don't Know How It Got There, Just Get It Out."
3. What is the number one thing your love/hate about gay people?
My answer for both love and hate would be our community.
I can only speak for myself, but I struggled for years to find other people like me, while at the same time hiding my real self from everyone around me. I tried to walk like a straight man, to talk like a straight man. I tried to pass. Tried, but never really succeeded.
Then, I found people like me. I found a community. I could be myself. I could be as gay as I wanted to be. And I loved it.
Until the message I received from my new community seemed to be saying that I needed to look straighter, act straighter, fit in. I needed to pass. At times, it feels like the gay community shuns those who are different. The nellie queens, the bull dykes.
You hear it all the time at Pride Parades - - "Why do THOSE people have to be in the parade? They just make us look so bad."
And yet, if it weren't for a group of nellie queens and bull dykes, we wouldn't even have a public, out and proud gay community at all.
Maybe I'm alone in my feelings about the community. I don't know.
4. If you could legally get married to "the fella" - or any fella - would you?
If it's the right "fella" and we both wanted to get married, then yes.
But seeing as how my dating life is presently rather stagnant, and because I haven't had sex in so long, my hymen grew back, I think figuring out my wedding plans is a bit premature, don't you?
5. Have you ever worn short short shorts in public?
Hell, I've worn short short shorts on stage. And they left nothing to the imagination.
Because of the g-string worn underneath.
And the cockring.
Bonus (as in optional): Who is your favorite blogger?
There are far too many brilliant blogs out there, but I have to say that my favorite is Ramblings from the outside of nowhere.
Her writing is funny and warm and caring and reminds me of home. Her recent Memorial Day post is one of my favorites.