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[monumentalblond]

You know, I've been alone for a long time. 24 years is a long time, and sometimes I wonder if I really am gay because of the difficulty I've got in procuring the man I want. Maybe I'm just somebody who's been destined to grow out of a maddening ideal. Maybe I'm a soul whose quest is to get "with it" and "go straight." Those are two concepts that

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[dot_commie]

funny, this is the second time something like this has popped into my life recently -- my roommate is a gay indian guy, and was trying to explain to me the other day why his coming-out to his parents was so unsuccessful. he claims that in india, homosexuality is seen as completely removed from masculinity; gays there are so wildly effeminate that they're just seen as another gender, pretty much. his parents simply couldn't understand that he was gay since he doesn't have the trappings of what they see as gayness. and he says he sort of feels that way, too, since that's how he was raised and since he really doesn't identify with american gay culture at all

[monumentalblond]

Perhaps he was pigeonholed. In the cold light of day (and before coffee, and still under the effects of last night's wine), I've got to remark blandly that it just doesn't matter that much. I believe in cleaving to a side because sexuality's a fluid thing that doesn't come out of the genes. It's really not an eye color.

The thing that fascinates me in your friend's situation is that he's changing even while partnered. My problem is that there don't seem to be too many prospects floating around for me, and I'm really not relishing the idea of holding out like a forgotten outpost. My second problem is that I really don't relish the idea of dating a girl.

O, to be queer.