Homo-explosion!
So, Hillsdale and its forces of conservative, white, sexually calcified heteronormativity have FINALLY gotten to me. The past month and a half has been far more wonderful than I expected.... Sleep, reading, relaxation, Hillsdale Hookah nights, $1 [non-carded] draft pints at Sigman's (hell yeah), beloved friends and parents, CAMPING!!!!! But now, seriously guys, I'm starting to go into ultragay mode. I don't consider myself "ultragay." In fact, next year, I want to conscientously try to be less gay, b/c sometimes I really disgust myself. But...that time is not now. I simply cannot contain myself any longer. More than a month w/o fellow non-gender-normatives, w/o dances [of ANY kind], w/o queer TV, and, most of all, w/o MADONNA!!! [sorry...classical and Bob Dylan 24/7, much as I love them, just DO NOT suffice]. It is simply too much. So, last night, inspired by the beautiful nomo-ness of Plato and yet simply incapable of doing anything intellectual, I turned up Madonna and Cher really loud in my room and just sang along...for at least an hour. It had to happen. It really did. Although I wish there were fellow belters, or at least a friggin audience! Too much to ask. Now I think I'm recovered...okay, so I've been listening to "It's All Coming Back to Me Now" on repeat...what of it!? Ugh...soon twill be time to go into work and launch another intellectual assault on global warming theory...*vomit* Ta!