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Now from our studios in Cental Park...
Jun. 9th, 2003 09:24 amWell, quiet weekend at home this time. Had a call from Chris who was enjoying Gay Days at DisneyWorld and chatted with three excellent fellows, including Stephen (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dakoopst), who gave me another great set of questions:
1. What feature of yours gets complimented most often? What do you think about that feature yourself? Do you think there's a physical feature of yours that gets short shrift?
Strangely, my gut seems to get a lot of attention. I tend to think of it as a liability more than a strength, I guess I feel I should be in better shape, and just haven’t done it. I don’t see myself with ‘abs of steel’, but I think that if I put my mind – and time to it, I could tone up some.
I don’t think of my self as sexy…I really don’t, so I guess I don’t market myself very well. (This is not to say that I’m all mopey and goth-chick about myself. I think I’m starting to get a rep that I’m close to despair right now, and it’s not the case at all) I guess I’d have to say my eyes get a bit of a raw deal since they’re stuck behind my glasses and don’t get a chance to really sparkle.
2. I'll use a question I asked someone else, too. As a newcomer to the "gay community," how real do you feel it is? In other words, are there enough aspects to bind us all together as a community? If so (or even if not) what are the aspects that bring us together?
I still see the community as something I’m still looking in the window, checking out the display. I really haven’t turned the turnstile yet…I’ve been to a couple of parades, been to a couple of bars, and now bear runs, but I’m not constantly surrounded by it.
I keep thinking of a patch of dialog that I keep thinking might make the basis for a play some day, where my clueless protagonist is speaking to his new lover and he states “I want to live in your world I want to touch it and taste it It’s different there.” His new love then comes back with, “You’re living in the same world, we just travel in different circles, it’s not like you have to travel to Jupiter.” “Yeah,” The protagonist replies, “but it’s not a path I’ve walked.”
The funny thing is that the “gay community” is so fractured. Bears, twinks, muscle hunks, lesbians (which have their own divisions), drag queens, leather folk, transgendered, bisexual, racial divisions; it seems that there is a new group everywhere you turn. It also seems that all of those groups have a distrust in the others. It’s amazing that they do come together on occasion.
What pulls them together seems to be more political in nature than a real “community” feel, just from the surface. Sure, there’s the obvious, societal outlooks on what’s considered different and out of the norm, but then it’s that which drives the political movement for tolerance, acceptance and equal rights.
The political movement keeps everyone together, and it’s smart, the more the merrier, so to speak. It keeps things in the public eye. It also ends up stereotyping us too, as we are only seen as a community of gays and lesbians, one type each. You fall into this pile or that one, despite trying to show the many different lives of our community as the rainbow flag is supposed to symbolize. Good and bad there
If there wasn’t the fight for equal rights, I think the larger gay community would fracture into the smaller components.
3. What celebrity, past or present, do you feel you most identify with? (Actual person, here…characters do not count.)
Wow. I’ll tell you, years ago I would have said that I would be a celebrity, and would have no reason for such role models. Didn’t actually get there, obviously. There are people I admire, like David Letterman, who’s career I always followed, or people I used to like more like Robin Williams, but I think it was more that I wanted to follow their ways to success, not that I actually wanted to be like them so much.
I really haven’t had anyone like that in some time, even my love for Letterman has passed, and I hardly watch his show anymore. I admire creative people, but I don’t think of any particular celebrity that I’m enamored of right now.
4. If someone were to write a slightly fictionalized account of your life, what would the title be? Who would write the foreword? Besides "biography," under what genre would it be filed in your local B & N?
Hmm. I think that “The Icon” would get a better book than I would, more embellishments. “The Icon’s” book would be all “Mommie Dearest” and such!
My life would probably be titled: “Lost Potential: How to go from Superstar to Regular Joe”. It would chronicle how a dreamer wishing for stardom ended up working in a cubicle. I’d want the forward to be written by Letterman, really. I’d probably only get Jimmy Kimmel, though, heh. You could find it at your local Border’s under “Humor”, and possibly misplaced under “Tax Preparation”.
5. Describe the worst possible date you could be involved in. Include dinner location, activity, description of datemate, conversation level, etc...anything that would make it an interesting read. Paint us a picture, here. :)
Oh good grief. Give me a chance to have more bad dates! Dinner would have to be Pan-Asian cuisine at an Asian restaurant that takes it self too seriously by having American teenagers dressed in faux kimonos. He’s a great looking muscle cub that you find has nothing in common, nothing to talk about and keeps looking at the guy at the other table. Worse than someone whose looks you don’t care for, someone who’s hot that you can’t stand. He also doesn’t kiss…so even that part of the fantasy is ruined.
Afterwards he suggests that you go to the gym and spot for him. You suggest anything else, mini-golf, pool, something, but all he can think of is pumping up. You go to his gym, and he changes, and you stand there in your business-casual wear because it isn’t your gym, and you have nothing to change into. He recognizes some other guys there, and goes to talk to them, leaving you to stand there among the weights.
Once he finishes, you go back to his house where the poster of Rambo stares at you. He suggests you watch a Stallone movie (doesn’t matter which one, they all suck), and proceeds to sit down in his recliner, leaving you on the couch. He never offers to get you something to drink. Needless to say, you go home.
(look out folks, I have even more questions to answer soon...whew.)
dakoopst), who gave me another great set of questions:1. What feature of yours gets complimented most often? What do you think about that feature yourself? Do you think there's a physical feature of yours that gets short shrift?
Strangely, my gut seems to get a lot of attention. I tend to think of it as a liability more than a strength, I guess I feel I should be in better shape, and just haven’t done it. I don’t see myself with ‘abs of steel’, but I think that if I put my mind – and time to it, I could tone up some.
I don’t think of my self as sexy…I really don’t, so I guess I don’t market myself very well. (This is not to say that I’m all mopey and goth-chick about myself. I think I’m starting to get a rep that I’m close to despair right now, and it’s not the case at all) I guess I’d have to say my eyes get a bit of a raw deal since they’re stuck behind my glasses and don’t get a chance to really sparkle.
2. I'll use a question I asked someone else, too. As a newcomer to the "gay community," how real do you feel it is? In other words, are there enough aspects to bind us all together as a community? If so (or even if not) what are the aspects that bring us together?
I still see the community as something I’m still looking in the window, checking out the display. I really haven’t turned the turnstile yet…I’ve been to a couple of parades, been to a couple of bars, and now bear runs, but I’m not constantly surrounded by it.
I keep thinking of a patch of dialog that I keep thinking might make the basis for a play some day, where my clueless protagonist is speaking to his new lover and he states “I want to live in your world I want to touch it and taste it It’s different there.” His new love then comes back with, “You’re living in the same world, we just travel in different circles, it’s not like you have to travel to Jupiter.” “Yeah,” The protagonist replies, “but it’s not a path I’ve walked.”
The funny thing is that the “gay community” is so fractured. Bears, twinks, muscle hunks, lesbians (which have their own divisions), drag queens, leather folk, transgendered, bisexual, racial divisions; it seems that there is a new group everywhere you turn. It also seems that all of those groups have a distrust in the others. It’s amazing that they do come together on occasion.
What pulls them together seems to be more political in nature than a real “community” feel, just from the surface. Sure, there’s the obvious, societal outlooks on what’s considered different and out of the norm, but then it’s that which drives the political movement for tolerance, acceptance and equal rights.
The political movement keeps everyone together, and it’s smart, the more the merrier, so to speak. It keeps things in the public eye. It also ends up stereotyping us too, as we are only seen as a community of gays and lesbians, one type each. You fall into this pile or that one, despite trying to show the many different lives of our community as the rainbow flag is supposed to symbolize. Good and bad there
If there wasn’t the fight for equal rights, I think the larger gay community would fracture into the smaller components.
3. What celebrity, past or present, do you feel you most identify with? (Actual person, here…characters do not count.)
Wow. I’ll tell you, years ago I would have said that I would be a celebrity, and would have no reason for such role models. Didn’t actually get there, obviously. There are people I admire, like David Letterman, who’s career I always followed, or people I used to like more like Robin Williams, but I think it was more that I wanted to follow their ways to success, not that I actually wanted to be like them so much.
I really haven’t had anyone like that in some time, even my love for Letterman has passed, and I hardly watch his show anymore. I admire creative people, but I don’t think of any particular celebrity that I’m enamored of right now.
4. If someone were to write a slightly fictionalized account of your life, what would the title be? Who would write the foreword? Besides "biography," under what genre would it be filed in your local B & N?
Hmm. I think that “The Icon” would get a better book than I would, more embellishments. “The Icon’s” book would be all “Mommie Dearest” and such!
My life would probably be titled: “Lost Potential: How to go from Superstar to Regular Joe”. It would chronicle how a dreamer wishing for stardom ended up working in a cubicle. I’d want the forward to be written by Letterman, really. I’d probably only get Jimmy Kimmel, though, heh. You could find it at your local Border’s under “Humor”, and possibly misplaced under “Tax Preparation”.
5. Describe the worst possible date you could be involved in. Include dinner location, activity, description of datemate, conversation level, etc...anything that would make it an interesting read. Paint us a picture, here. :)
Oh good grief. Give me a chance to have more bad dates! Dinner would have to be Pan-Asian cuisine at an Asian restaurant that takes it self too seriously by having American teenagers dressed in faux kimonos. He’s a great looking muscle cub that you find has nothing in common, nothing to talk about and keeps looking at the guy at the other table. Worse than someone whose looks you don’t care for, someone who’s hot that you can’t stand. He also doesn’t kiss…so even that part of the fantasy is ruined.
Afterwards he suggests that you go to the gym and spot for him. You suggest anything else, mini-golf, pool, something, but all he can think of is pumping up. You go to his gym, and he changes, and you stand there in your business-casual wear because it isn’t your gym, and you have nothing to change into. He recognizes some other guys there, and goes to talk to them, leaving you to stand there among the weights.
Once he finishes, you go back to his house where the poster of Rambo stares at you. He suggests you watch a Stallone movie (doesn’t matter which one, they all suck), and proceeds to sit down in his recliner, leaving you on the couch. He never offers to get you something to drink. Needless to say, you go home.
(look out folks, I have even more questions to answer soon...whew.)
