My mother is totally convinced that I am gay. My gay friends just laughs at me.
But I do like musicals. I appreciate Madonna and Kylie Minouge. I do use products. I can cook and I did wish for a KitchenAid as present. Well, maybe I don’t dress that neatly. But then I haven’t spent 20 years in the closet.
I guess you could say that I’m gay the same way Madonna is jewish.
I guess I’m closet metrosexual. If that’s the correct expression. And if it is, I haven’t met any other metrosexuals in there. In fact, I don’t think they’re hiding there. Where are they hiding? The drawer? The subway? No that’s just silly. I think in an apartment store trapped somewhere between the cosmetics and cooking utensils. Because straight men can’t do or think of more than one thing at a time. That’s why it’s a hit-or-miss; we can’t stand up, pee and read the scribble on the wall. That’s why they don’t even let us flush the urinals ourselves no more.
Somewhere in India there was a little girl who showed great promise in school. Her parents worked day and night so they could send her to the best of schools, hoping she would get a good job and be able to pay the tuition for her younger brother and sisters. She even took extra math lessons, to learn all the old Hindu tricks for doing arithmetic in your head, so she would be accepted to the toughtest school in the world: IIT - India Institute of Technology. Where she studied and even became a Teacher’s Assistant. And upon graduation, magna cum laude, she gets a job… developing software for a self flushing urinal.
Because when she goes to work in India it’s night on the other side of the globe. She can monitor the efficiency live to improve the code. Because straight men can’t do more than one think at a time.
Why do you think unisex restrooms only works in gay clubs?
I have just come out of one of the worst depression periods in a long time. Now I’m more upbeat.
Why is this guy depressed, you might ask yourself? Well, because. Because is not an answer, you say! In this case it is. That how it is on this side of the manic-depression fence.