The faces we wear
I Hate people.
I hate people who have such obvious fronts.
I have a friend who has been hanging out with some drag queens. Now I really don't have a problem with who you want to fuck. I do have a problem when you're a Walking stereotype. Liking dick is not a "Diva License". Being a Diva will make me want to be the living shit out of you. You are not Fabulous. You are merely doing a diservice to other men who want to live their lives. You scare children and are fodder for the right to point at and say "See I told you"
Granted some people feel trapped inside themselves, and I say go on girl, be who you need to be. But most of these "diva" Aren't trapped. They have a Front up. They are not trying to realize their true selves. they are trying to get attention.
And It makes me sick.
Everyone has their "party face". The face they wear to make people believe things are more okay than they make actually be, or that you are more exciting and interesting than you actually are, but I prefer to keep that face as close to the real me as possible and I keep myself around people who do the same. But it's the complete mask that obliterates virtually any trae of the person inside that bothers me. The mask that tries so hard to fit in or get attention. athe mask that make me hate and annoyance fade away into pity when I realize how sad you are to feel that you do not have a real identity interesting enough to share with the world.
I have the same problem with the Urban Stereotype, and the hick stereotype, but The gay stereotype is the one that has bothered me most recvently, so pardon my rhetoric. I know it may sound anti-gay.
all this talk reminded me of some quotes:
Brandi: Suitor number 3, is your kiss like a soft breeze, a firm handshake or a jackhammer?
Gil Hicks: Definitely a jackhammer, I'm in there with some pressure and when I'm done, you're not the same as before. You're changed.
Brodie: Where do you come up with this shit? That's the cheesiest response to an honest question I have ever heard. I saw you kiss and it wasn't anything like that.
Bob Summers: [Chuckling] Suitor #2, you'll have to wait until you're addressed before you respond.
Brodie: Richard Dawson, why don't you just go back to your podium until it's time to play The Feud. All right?
[Audience laughs]
Gil Hicks: Who the hell did you see me kiss?
Brodie: Some dude backstage. I don't know who he was but he seemed unimpressed.
Gil Hicks: I didn't kiss any guy backstage. I swear. I'm not gay.
Brodie: Hey, Suitorette, this guys a homophobe. You heard how repulsed he sounded. Is this the kind of guy you want to spend a vacation with? This hate-monger?
Gil Hicks: I don't hate gay people.
Brodie: So you love them?
Gil Hicks: Yes. I mean no.
Brodie: Textbook closet case self-loather. Can't be comfortable with his own sexuality.
-an exchange from Mallrats
Tia: Sorry about Dean's faggotry.
and
Mary: Mercy House is a place that deals with all kinds of problems, like drug addiction and alcoholism to de-gayification and unwed mothers.
-Those are from Saved!
I hate people who have such obvious fronts.
I have a friend who has been hanging out with some drag queens. Now I really don't have a problem with who you want to fuck. I do have a problem when you're a Walking stereotype. Liking dick is not a "Diva License". Being a Diva will make me want to be the living shit out of you. You are not Fabulous. You are merely doing a diservice to other men who want to live their lives. You scare children and are fodder for the right to point at and say "See I told you"
Granted some people feel trapped inside themselves, and I say go on girl, be who you need to be. But most of these "diva" Aren't trapped. They have a Front up. They are not trying to realize their true selves. they are trying to get attention.
And It makes me sick.
Everyone has their "party face". The face they wear to make people believe things are more okay than they make actually be, or that you are more exciting and interesting than you actually are, but I prefer to keep that face as close to the real me as possible and I keep myself around people who do the same. But it's the complete mask that obliterates virtually any trae of the person inside that bothers me. The mask that tries so hard to fit in or get attention. athe mask that make me hate and annoyance fade away into pity when I realize how sad you are to feel that you do not have a real identity interesting enough to share with the world.
I have the same problem with the Urban Stereotype, and the hick stereotype, but The gay stereotype is the one that has bothered me most recvently, so pardon my rhetoric. I know it may sound anti-gay.
all this talk reminded me of some quotes:
Brandi: Suitor number 3, is your kiss like a soft breeze, a firm handshake or a jackhammer?
Gil Hicks: Definitely a jackhammer, I'm in there with some pressure and when I'm done, you're not the same as before. You're changed.
Brodie: Where do you come up with this shit? That's the cheesiest response to an honest question I have ever heard. I saw you kiss and it wasn't anything like that.
Bob Summers: [Chuckling] Suitor #2, you'll have to wait until you're addressed before you respond.
Brodie: Richard Dawson, why don't you just go back to your podium until it's time to play The Feud. All right?
[Audience laughs]
Gil Hicks: Who the hell did you see me kiss?
Brodie: Some dude backstage. I don't know who he was but he seemed unimpressed.
Gil Hicks: I didn't kiss any guy backstage. I swear. I'm not gay.
Brodie: Hey, Suitorette, this guys a homophobe. You heard how repulsed he sounded. Is this the kind of guy you want to spend a vacation with? This hate-monger?
Gil Hicks: I don't hate gay people.
Brodie: So you love them?
Gil Hicks: Yes. I mean no.
Brodie: Textbook closet case self-loather. Can't be comfortable with his own sexuality.
-an exchange from Mallrats
Tia: Sorry about Dean's faggotry.
and
Mary: Mercy House is a place that deals with all kinds of problems, like drug addiction and alcoholism to de-gayification and unwed mothers.
-Those are from Saved!