Not about what makes a man, but…let’s talk about a (hypothetical for you, maybe not so much for others) scenario.
Once upon a time, in the distant past – we shall call it the 90’s – a dear friend of mine went to a party. Now DF (dear friend) was (and I would presume, though I haven’t spoken to him in ages, still is) a bisexual guy. DF had imbibed much beer and was happily mellow when another dear friend (ADF) reached over, patted DF on the leg, and said, oh wait. I should mention that ADF was a well-known heterosexual. By that, I mean, ADF tolerated DF’s sexual preference, but would get quite annoyed when DF brought his boyfriends around. Where was I? Oh, yes, and said “DF, I’ve always wanted to suck your dick.”
You knew that was coming, right? Yeh, because you’re reading the story here – we did not know that was coming, at the time. DF, instead of whipping out said dick for much suckage, opted to punch ADF in the face. Why, you may ask? Shock. In all the years that DF knew ADF, (which was many) ADF never set off DF’s gaydar. To be perfectly honest, ADF only barely set off my gaydar, which has been known to be highly and finely tuned.
Here is where I ask you – if you were presented with the same situation, how do you think you would respond?
Ahhhh, but I was in the shower. Thinking. Let me get back to that.
So, back in that era known as “the 90’s” I was much more easily angered than I am now. Without going into much detail, let me just sum up a situation for you – long-time friend (LTF) got kissed by first boyfriend (FB). I wasn’t angry with LTF, since she was the one kissed by a known philanderer. FB was kicked to the curb in the interest of keeping LTF as an LTF. LTF, however went weird. Started talking smack about me behind my back and included situation with FB as “proof” of my worthlessness. LTF ended up throwing a punch during an altercation, which put LTF in the hospital. I am not proud of my anger, but believe me when I say I very much can hold my own in a scrap.
Years have passed and the incident, while being embarassing to me, was all but forgotten. I have learned to let bygones be bygones. What is in the past is in the past and nothing I can or ever will do can change it one iota. All that verbosity to say that LTF disappeared into the vast years between then and now.
So, a few weeks ago, I am checking my Myspace and discover a friend request. Now, my policy on Myspace is such that if you are a band/musician/whatever and send me a friend request, I will check out your page and if I like your music, add you. I don’t mind being a means of advertising if you’re good. If it is an individual, I will check out the profile – if it doesn’t seem to be spam, porn or some other BS type of account – I will add them. In many cases, I have had to go back and delete and block people as they only wanted me to add them before they proceeded to send me nasty messages about things they would like to do to me. I have a husband for that, thanks, though.
Crap, sorry, I’m telling you getting me to stay on topic is like teaching a mango to ice skate. Where was I? Oh, yeh, the friend request. You’re a bright group, and if you have read this far, you know what I am about to say. It was from LTF.
LTF apparently, after many years of being a homophobic Southern Baptist, came out of the closet, leaving her husband for another woman. Ok, whatever – who am I to judge? I like girls, too. LTF has been trying to figure out how to contact me for somewhere around 8 years, she said. We reconnect. Cool. I have reconnected with several people via Myspace. Past is past, and all that, right?
Are you bored yet?