Right About the Time I Start Thinking I'm Not Gay...
August 17, 2005
...because I can't sing for shit, can't dance to save my life, and couldn't tell the difference between "crushed eggshell" and "off-white" if both were labeled with neon-day glo and a bombastic announcer trilled their merits repeatedly in my ear, the musical "CAMP" plays on cable and I'm singing along with the kids to "Century Plant." I can't shut the bloody thing off. Eyes wide and voice humming, I'm entranced.
Then, strangely, "Band of the Hand" usually plays right after it and I'm equally paralyzed as Stephen Lang kicks major bad-guy ass and the gang pulls together at the end to punish evil-doers.
It's at that moment that whatever doubts I have about being gay are replaced by the soul-depth surety that I'm fucking queer.
Posted by Jody at August 17, 2005 12:13 PM
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