Who's afraid of aggressive poofs?
A few of my friends cower under the typically aloof gaze of heterosexual males. Bonners lets her hetero roommate dominate all areas of the apartment, including her own room. David refuses to mouth off to said roommate when asked by said roommate, "So when was the last time that you hooked up with a girl? Gays? I just don't get it." Personally, I would have viewed this question as justification for questioning his entire existence, beginning with his allegiance to Ronald Regan whose economic policy (lovingly termed 'reganomics') was, according to him, a 'great idea.'
Being me, I was quick to pass judgement on their cowardice. Of course, then I began re-evaluating my own roommate situation with my own hyper masculine heterosexual, Pete. Granted, he's one of those 'deep' heteros who burns incense while doing yoga twice daily, but every now and then his soft veneer will fall to pieces and he'll say something like, "man, in my entire life, the one thing that has ruled me is pussy. god i love pussy." While a wonderful and relaxed person, I still find my roommate, Pete, to be quite intimidating at times. For instance, for a while I would refuse to leave my room when stoned because I was terrified of running into him. My mouth would be begging for a glass of water, but I would not leave my room. Eventually, I relaxed and felt free to roam my apartment whenever I saw fit, but I still allowed him to dominate conversations and the general order of the apartment.
Now, all of my anxiety has vanished. I came to realize that not only am I more intelligent than he is (which, unfortunately, I believe to be the case with a lot of hetero males - most likely related to the politics behind the formation of the male identity in america), and regardless of whether or not I clean the bathroom, Jamie and I pay more than him, keep the kitchen tidy, and do not bitch about the huge electric bills that Pete attributes to his 'apartment studio'.
Heterosexual males must not be feared, but controlled. They've had power for too long. Intelligence and a loud voice are the keys to our freedom (HA HA HA!). From now on, everyone should refer to me as 'Reverand Bunny'.
On a lighter note, on my way in to the computer lab today, I had to pass through a revolving door. While pushing through, I trapped a Korean Stern student in the door, causing her to shriek in pain. I eased up the force being exerted on the door, and began laughing uncontrollably. Sometimes, I hate myself.
Being me, I was quick to pass judgement on their cowardice. Of course, then I began re-evaluating my own roommate situation with my own hyper masculine heterosexual, Pete. Granted, he's one of those 'deep' heteros who burns incense while doing yoga twice daily, but every now and then his soft veneer will fall to pieces and he'll say something like, "man, in my entire life, the one thing that has ruled me is pussy. god i love pussy." While a wonderful and relaxed person, I still find my roommate, Pete, to be quite intimidating at times. For instance, for a while I would refuse to leave my room when stoned because I was terrified of running into him. My mouth would be begging for a glass of water, but I would not leave my room. Eventually, I relaxed and felt free to roam my apartment whenever I saw fit, but I still allowed him to dominate conversations and the general order of the apartment.
Now, all of my anxiety has vanished. I came to realize that not only am I more intelligent than he is (which, unfortunately, I believe to be the case with a lot of hetero males - most likely related to the politics behind the formation of the male identity in america), and regardless of whether or not I clean the bathroom, Jamie and I pay more than him, keep the kitchen tidy, and do not bitch about the huge electric bills that Pete attributes to his 'apartment studio'.
Heterosexual males must not be feared, but controlled. They've had power for too long. Intelligence and a loud voice are the keys to our freedom (HA HA HA!). From now on, everyone should refer to me as 'Reverand Bunny'.
On a lighter note, on my way in to the computer lab today, I had to pass through a revolving door. While pushing through, I trapped a Korean Stern student in the door, causing her to shriek in pain. I eased up the force being exerted on the door, and began laughing uncontrollably. Sometimes, I hate myself.