I'm tired. Because I've got a lot of tickets for a festival of gay and lesbian movies. I'm still not sure about my sexual identity. I'll probably never be. Doesn't matter this much, anyway. I've already seen two great movies:
C.R.A.Z.Y: That's a great Coming-of-age movie if there ever has been one! And a wonderful soundtrack. And I practised my French as there where english subtitles but I could read only half of them as the guy in front of me was too big.
Adam & Steve: I hoped for a vet, but he was a shrink. I didn't take it amiss, though, the film was funny and there was line-dancing (or rather "two-stepping", anyway, dancing with country music).
So many gays and lesbians in one place, that's still a little creepy, somehow. Strange. I've gone there for... let's see... 6 years now, and I still can't warm up to the effeminate ways of so many gays. Oh. It's rhyming. Sorry. Why go for a man bahaving like half a woman? Does it make sense and I just can't see it? Of course there's no such thing as a "real man" or a "real woman". I've read
Kate Bornstein. But not even girls in their high time of puberty (and I think we are all in complete agreement that they are crazy at that age) are as effeminate as some gays. Or at least, some of their expressions. Am I untruthful to myself? Does it make me nervous because I'm still in the closet somehow and don't want being gay to show, in noone? I don't think so. I think it's because it's false, it's pretentious. And I don't like this, in no regard. I want to be with people who speak their own language and try to understand each other. Not with people who live in clichees to prove themselves what they are.