PRIDER


Today is Gay Pride Day in L.A. Woo. Pride. Woo.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m very proud of being gay just not in such large numbers. I don’t care what you’re celebrating, parades do not bring out the best in people. St. Patrick’s Day... nuff said. I’ve never scanned a Macy’s Parade and thought “Gee, those people look fascinating!”. Needless to say, today is no exception. I live near Ground Zero for the festivities and the constant drone of helicopters overhead is particularly unnerving.

Yesterday a friend told me a story about an actor he works with who’s apparently very, uh, “light in the loafers”. Last week said actor made a Big Announcement asking if anyone knew any “big-breasted women he could date” to invite to his performance. Apparently the response was tepid.

When I came out in 1979, it was an achievement to some degree. I’d sometimes hesitate mentioning my (*cough*) lifestyle when working with the deaf and blind. Thankfully times have changed and the Closet Thing seems like Too Much Work for No Reason. I’ll pass. Being Gay is like my other SuperPowers (e.g., Walking Through Walls) but isn’t extra-ordinary to me. Yeah, it’s cool but WTW is something I do, not Who I Am. You may dismiss me as a “Walking Through Walls-er” but you’d miss alot. I Walk Through Trees too.

I know everyone hasn’t been as open or feels they can. I’m like this because I set up my life this way - my friends, where I live, how I express myself. Before you tag me Gay Bubble Boy, you may be surprised to know over 95% of my L.A. friends are straight. I’ve arranged HughWorld so there aren’t any Walls to walk through. That achievement makes me very, very Proud.

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