The Living Centrifuge

Here's a fragment of a conversation I just had. The dialogue is unassigned, but I'm the one who says "WHAT?", and it just alternates from there:

fags generally don't like christmas

WHAT?
that's the most preposterous statement I've ever heard in my life!

except the really greedy ones... and a few genuine ones like you but those are rare

hahahaha!

really?

yes

you'd think we'd love it. it's sparkly and glitzy (if you like your christmas sparkly and glitzy), there's lots of drinking, lots of eating, and you get to go to the gym a lot afterward.....oh I see. It's the heteros encroaching on our territory.
they get to be tacky, and drink lots.

yes... it's a reminder that we are "different" from the rest of our families... and then we actually have to hang with our families and then we get drunk and drunk + family = drama
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This just confirms for me my estrangement from the gay community. I don't feel different from my family. I feel TERRIFYINGLY like my family. It's because there was no drama about me coming out of the closet, and at the ages of 16 and 18 respectively, my mother and my father came out to ME, telling me that they knew, and had always known that I liked the boys. I don't share the experience of my gay brothers and sisters who have a hard time with their families. Don't get me wrong, my family is broken and nice and dysfunctional, but the dysfunction doesn't revolve around my lifestyle, which is lucky for me. My dad and his wife invited me to bring Ben for Christmas. I'd love to introduce him to them over the holidays.