In the past few days, I've sorted the blue jelly beans for Obama, hung out on a beach, and been declared gay by a center designated to help people determine if they are or aren't. They just took me in a corner, and held up a mirror, the kind with a handle, and told me the news. I thought the whole thing was kind of hokey and told Kristin she didn't have to try it, I didn't really buy into it. Given my philosophies on gender and life, I'd already basically determined I was basically "gay" or psuedo gay, or potentially gay, or whatever, but had no idea how their plastic mirror had given them their own insight into my personal orientational history. The whole set-up was in kind of a tree house. And it was very important that I find a certain book afterwards. But I kept finding the wrong one with a similar title.
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