02-11-2006, 02:02 AM
On my way home today, with my walking length umbrella, trilby, sunglasses and total spy look going on. You know how I am. This chap lowered his window, expressly for the perpose of shouting the question "Are you gay?" at me.
What the bloody hell?
Why a fellow should roll down his window to ask a passing stranger, to whom he has no connection, which sex he prefers, is beyond me. Either the fellow was bored, seeking a rent boy, or a nosey bugger.
Well, you chaps all know, even if I do not care to say it, where I stand.
I refuse to be seen as gay or streight. I'd much rather people focus on my persona rather than my preference.
So I started out, acting streight, rebuffing his enquiry with various "What?"s and "Of course not!"s, and proceeded to move into sterotypical gay, with big hand gestures, the mad accent, and various "Ohmygod, I can't believe you just asked me that!"s, and placing stresses on verbs, such as "Do I look like a queen to you?"
Naturaly, they must has drove on with the impression "queer as a parrot, bent as a spoon."
On the same road, five seconds later, a lady with a simmiler accent to the chap who had just driven by, rolled down her window and asked "Are you gay?"
At that point, as I do, I saw the total humour in this, and shouted at her, "Thank you, so much! That is fantastic, that is brillient, thank you!" and dashed off. I believed them to be pulling a joke of sorts. It wasn't until ten seconds afterward that I relised they must have seen my stereotype buggery.
Not anything I feel bitter or angry about, just somewhat perplexed. Maybe, not so much of a rant as a spiel.
What the bloody hell?
Why a fellow should roll down his window to ask a passing stranger, to whom he has no connection, which sex he prefers, is beyond me. Either the fellow was bored, seeking a rent boy, or a nosey bugger.
Well, you chaps all know, even if I do not care to say it, where I stand.
I refuse to be seen as gay or streight. I'd much rather people focus on my persona rather than my preference.
So I started out, acting streight, rebuffing his enquiry with various "What?"s and "Of course not!"s, and proceeded to move into sterotypical gay, with big hand gestures, the mad accent, and various "Ohmygod, I can't believe you just asked me that!"s, and placing stresses on verbs, such as "Do I look like a queen to you?"
Naturaly, they must has drove on with the impression "queer as a parrot, bent as a spoon."
On the same road, five seconds later, a lady with a simmiler accent to the chap who had just driven by, rolled down her window and asked "Are you gay?"
At that point, as I do, I saw the total humour in this, and shouted at her, "Thank you, so much! That is fantastic, that is brillient, thank you!" and dashed off. I believed them to be pulling a joke of sorts. It wasn't until ten seconds afterward that I relised they must have seen my stereotype buggery.
Not anything I feel bitter or angry about, just somewhat perplexed. Maybe, not so much of a rant as a spiel.