First, Who strecthed out the board with their overly long signature (Grrr) second, appearances are always decieving.
Though I can't stand seeing a grown man act like a sixteen year old little girl, it happens. Sometimes I think of gay as a mental instability (not like a disease, chemical imbalance, or psyco string just imbalance), but only sometimes. I seem to act "gay" at random times and can't catch myself from doing it, but nobody thinks of me as flaming, just strange at times, partly because I can come off as princess peachy, at one moment, and dredge dread at others, the prior not as often. I don't act "straight acting" I'm just "straight", but as everyone knows there is no such thing as a straight line only what you think to be straight.
(O.k. now I'm going to start a rant & ramble session skip this post if you don't have time for complete randomness, and poor sentence structure). I knew in high school the queen of the school, and living in a rural area as I do there wasn't too many of his kind. I into guys tried to aviod him like the plague as if I could catch "gay" and didn't want it. Ultimately I was forced to get to know him as my social circle became his social circle, and in order to keep them I had to accept him (Bleh). While his openess was the premier reason why I disliked (hate is such an ugly word) him it quikly shifted to his being a showoff, (I strongly dislike showoffs). He would talk with a lisp, switch when he walked, twirl his wrist around when he wanted to convey a point in coversation, and booty dance like a girl on the dance floor (neeedless to say the only person ever behind him was a woman, an odd picture always). It wasn't immediately aparent, but all of his actions were natural attractions for people to stare at him, and for a showoff he got all of the attention he craved. Naturally the more atention he got the less I got, and the more upset, I was in the end. It wasn't untill he literally bested me that I got over myself and accepted him. He was in second level calculus in the honors in highschool (graduated in gold), an accomplished dancer, and his feministic demeanor gave way when his twiggy, lanky arms not only beat mine out, but a few of the football players as well in arm wrestling (he worked out more than his body showed). In the end, I respected him for being able to be flamboyent and repuslive to though on the outside, and really be someting impressive inside.
Srill...no coin has a face without an ass to ruin the whole scope. Case in point? I seem to attract feministic guys as they like the way that I can be on every shade of grey without being neither black nor white (gay or straight for those who missed it). And I've seen the selfish, concieted, flashy, spoiled, self-centered brats that are more flaming than a propane tank on fire. I'm dating one right now, and I've paid through the embarrasment, wallet, and tarnishing of social status. I don't havwe a point so I'll end on that. (It doesn't have a point and that's why it's called ranting.)
