Out And About

I didn't realize it was National Coming Out day...I think it's a big bucket of horse shit. Turkeys need days. Pandas need days. Breast Cancer Awareness needs days. If you're gay, you need to grow a pair and kick open the closet door. It's not fun. It's not easy. It's sort of as painful as surgery without being put under. But it's something that you have to do. The whole pride concept really baffles me. We want to be treated as equals, and yet we parade down Michigan Avenue in sparkled banana hammocks: where is the logic you stupid queens. You aren't doing anyone any favors by drawing attention to your obnoxiousness. There is such a thing as a demure gay. Try it on sometime, eh? Often times the quiet, observant people are the ones who get their way and make a place in the world; while the screamers and flailers are easily misplaced. So there is something to be said for quiet determination and silent action. The squeaky wheel gets the oil, but eventually it gets thrown out. And I don't know about you, but I didn't come out just to be thrown out of society. Get your homo act together and become a civilized gay.