I was talking to my friend Erica and we got to thinking about something. Remember when being gay meant something very exciting? Don't get me wrong. Being gay still does mean something very exciting. Except, nowadays, it just seems that I run into more boring gays than I wish I did. I won't even talk about the gays who claim that they don't like to be labeled. Whatever bitch. You are gay. Get over it. You certainly don't pass as straight. Anyhoo...
I had breached the subject with Erica because we were bitching about a co-worker. She had said that even though he was in a supervisory role, having him around made it worse for his department rather than better. I commented that he was cute but was devoid of a personality. Which is when I suddenly came up with, "Remember when being gay meant something fun?"
In both Erica and my travels, we have run into many exceptionally boring homosexuals. Not all of them are boring but it seems like more and more, we run into un-opinionated, immature, devoid of personality gays. Erica says that even the lesbians have become ultra-boring. She should know since she is a lesbian.
Maybe it's because people are coming out at a younger age. It used to be that we homos would stay in the closet until the last minute. Of course, during all the closeted time, we would develop fantastic taste and personalities. So, when we finally came out, we would be just grandiose. But, if you come out between the ages of 16 & 21, what the fuck do you know? Nothing really. Shit, you haven't even really gotten so drunk that you fear alcohol poisoning.
What happened to the fabulous gays who could walk into a room and redecorate it in less than a minute while mixing a cocktail? What happened to the lesbians who could talk to you about basketball while rewiring your track lighting? What happened to all the catty talk about how so-five-minutes-ago that dress you are wearing is? And what happened to the fabulous queens who threw glorious brunches on a budget of $20.00?
Somebody? Anybody? If you have an answer, please tell me. So that Erica and I can go hang with them. Pretty please. Later.