For anyone, who knows what it's like, to be different, you'll understand this article. It's a terrible feeling, to live in the closet. Having to safe guard, my each and every action, from the over scrupulous eyes, of society. Making sure, that every glance, is directed toward a member of the "right" sex, and assuring others, that just because someone listens to Madonna, it doesn't mean they're gay. I've been asked if I was gay, at work, and it gets old, when your friends talk about the flashy clothes you wear, and how they make you look (gasp) queer.
Sure, you want to pretend, you don't know what the rainbow around my neck means, or the triangle, on my lighter, or that I'm doing it for a joke, just to offend. Nope, sorry, I'm sarcastic, but I wouldn't pretend to be Jewish, just for the heck of it. Well, maybe, if the right occasion came up. Well, this wasn't supposed to be about Jewish people, it was supposed to be about closet cases like me, but I'm getting too silly, so that's the end of this article. Basically, I'm gay, I'm not out, but you should know, the skinny boy with the flashy clothes, and shining rainbow, around his neck, is almost definitely, gay. Thank God, for small miracles. I don't think I could deal with the ladies, let alone, mother in laws. home