Maybe some people think vomit and anal sex are taboo....but they've gotten me through some hard times.
Perhaps if I weren't living a “gay lifestyle,” my life might be less sordid. I wouldn’t have spent hours lurched over a G&T under the lights reflecting off the sequin gowns of gyrating queens. I wouldn’t have spent as many years trying to starve, puke, shave or Pilates my way down to a “twink.” I wouldn’t have ended up the token gay in psych wards, rehabs or jails if I were a different, more stable kind of person. But, I am not. Try not to look so surprised, folks. It’s not lost on me that if I were less pathologically sensitive, or less sarcastic or cynical, maybe my road would be easier. I do know that the easy, the uncomplicated and the mundane bores me. Life just happened. I’ve joked that if past lives are a part of me, this is the first time I have been a man and probably my first go at "white". In that context, I think I’m doing decent job. In madness, substance abuse and discrimination, there are things worthy of a giggle in all my experiences: crazy, tipsy, hungry, queer or otherwise