Goddammit it's cold
Although I don't know CJ very well, I would say CJ's one of the straightest guys I know. He works out, wears a dark solid-coloured T-shirt everyday to work, has the kind of military buzz cut-shiny spiked up hair (that was the bomb back when I was 13 years old) and he has impeccable posture. The kind of posture that makes me feel ashamed of myself when I walk pass his desk.
Walking? Back straight. Talking? Back straight. Eating snacks at the table next to Dezzo? Back straight. CJ laughs with his back straight, leans forward to listen to you with his back straight. Everything about this guy is straight. Except for the fact that he's gay.
As Cody and I waved goodbye to him one evening, the same conviction occurred to us: CJ is gay. Followed by - Does anybody know? For some reason, the vision of CJ climbing into the back of a car driven by two gay hipsters forced us to re-look the gross assumptions we made of his sexuality. By the looks on the faces of my circle of colleagues that day, not a single one of us could ever have imagined straight edge CJ climbing into a car driven by a pair of limp-wristed skinny dudes in flannel shirts.
Not that there's any problem with that - nor that it's particularly indicative or anything like that.
Now here's the thing. Since the Gipster incident, we all gazed upon CJ with fresh eyes. Suddenly all the things that made CJ look straight as hell, made him look gay as hell.
He spoke a little too proper, sat a little too proper and did just about everything else too proper. Is this why his desk is so neat? Is this why he's the only Exec who would pass me a brief that explains everything succinctly, completely, beautifully. Is this why CJ's so damn straight all the time!? Is this why CJ's white cons always stay pristinely WHITE? How could we have not noticed!
But then again, no one really knows CJ very well.
Walking? Back straight. Talking? Back straight. Eating snacks at the table next to Dezzo? Back straight. CJ laughs with his back straight, leans forward to listen to you with his back straight. Everything about this guy is straight. Except for the fact that he's gay.
As Cody and I waved goodbye to him one evening, the same conviction occurred to us: CJ is gay. Followed by - Does anybody know? For some reason, the vision of CJ climbing into the back of a car driven by two gay hipsters forced us to re-look the gross assumptions we made of his sexuality. By the looks on the faces of my circle of colleagues that day, not a single one of us could ever have imagined straight edge CJ climbing into a car driven by a pair of limp-wristed skinny dudes in flannel shirts.
Not that there's any problem with that - nor that it's particularly indicative or anything like that.
Now here's the thing. Since the Gipster incident, we all gazed upon CJ with fresh eyes. Suddenly all the things that made CJ look straight as hell, made him look gay as hell.
He spoke a little too proper, sat a little too proper and did just about everything else too proper. Is this why his desk is so neat? Is this why he's the only Exec who would pass me a brief that explains everything succinctly, completely, beautifully. Is this why CJ's so damn straight all the time!? Is this why CJ's white cons always stay pristinely WHITE? How could we have not noticed!
But then again, no one really knows CJ very well.