Congratulations!! You're a strawberry daquiri!!


What Drink Are You?
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Just for grins, I took this on-line quiz. I would have thought I'd rank a nice bottle of Rolling Rock ("cheap and tasty"?), but I guess I can't argue with Sweet and Fruity. This also happens to be my Mom's favorite drink, lending credence to the "Nurture" theory of turning out gay.

(That's a joke; I believe it's genetic.)

I haven't talked about being gay on this blog. Since I've been Out for about twenty years, I never think about why anymore.

Does it matter?

Arguing the flip side -- that it was somehow something in my childhood; that my mother drank too many Strawberry Daquiries, ha ha -- so what if that's true? I may have many problems -- just read this blog to see! -- but these problems are not caused because I'm gay.

While I have many good female friends, my reaction at the thought of trying to sleep with them is similar to my memories of sleeping with women before -- hurt, betrayal, humiliation. None of these emotions are ones I want to revisit or cause someone else to go through.

And speaking of hurt and humiliation. The phone rang a few moments ago, and I didn't recognize the caller even when they said their first name. It was my friend MB. Embarrassing. I really am not a very good friend.