I want to dive head first into the Gay Box, lock myself into it, make a little nest of it, cuddle up in the restrictive warmth of Category.
Caitlyn Jenner is being blasted unnecessarily for stating she wants to be Ted Cruz’s trans ambassador.
I don’t think as a 10-year-old I knew what sexuality was, but I knew Billy and Marcello were outside of the term’s norm. And being that “If I Could Turn Back Time” was on every mixed tape I burned, I knew I probably fell outside of that norm’s perimeters too.
I said I was bisexual and that is all. Why there are so many negative connotations with calling yourself a bisexual eludes me.
Although these are genuine queer theories and readings they are done with some tongue and cheek humour. This is also in no way insinuating that Disney have created and designed these characters with the intention for them to be read this way…maybe.
“Don’t be afraid of who you are. It’s the people who bully or ridicule you who are the freaks.”
See, boys (and reality) kind of suck. I witnessed dreamy, life-after-blowjob love tales in Saved by the Bell and Boy Meets Girl amid my tender, overly sculpted youth and their numb-minded oral sessions almost always resulted in forget-me-not, lovers forever storylines.
People have asked me why I can’t be “just another normal guy.” You know, do normal guy stuff. Like date girls, for example. Why do I have to be “so gay”?
This may seem like a no-brainer, but for many cultures, especially Asian ones, children bring pride and happiness to their parents through their choices.
How are you going to have kids? I would totally go gay for you. Oh, I always knew, I could tell you were different. I have a friend who is gay!! I never would have guessed! (You look so normal!)