Yesterday, after sleeping in and then watching Luis Buñuel's The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie, I headed out to Diamond Bar to meet Jaime for sushi.
I don't understand Buñuel's films. If anyone would care to explain them to me I would be immensely grateful.
Jaime and I had our sushi and then we went to Borders to purchase some reading material. Jaime and I have such fun. She bought the newest issue of Bust and Augusten Burroughs's Running with Scissors. I had decided I wanted to buy Sylvia Plath's Ariel, and after reading the jacket, I also decided to get Augusten Burroughs's Dry. We promised that after reading the Burroughs books we would trade. (I don't give a hoot about Bust and she's read Ariel.)
Today I went out to my parents' house for Father's Day. I brought coffee with me. Today my parents exhausted me. I think it's really my brother and sister who make me the most tired. My brother is more politically ignorant than I think is humanly possible. How can anyone be that ignorant?! I have a family full of far-right conservatives. Now, I am not a far-left liberal (no matter what the quiz says), but when my family and I talk politics I am bound to get a little incensed/depressed/exasperated. They are just so... retarded.
I'll explain why I've decided to vote for John Kerry a little later in the week.
Sometimes I can handle Michael. Sometimes he's funny. Sometimes he amuses me. Sometimes he's clever. Today he just rubbed me the wrong way. We have these conversations that center around whether I would be a liberal if I were straight or whether I would still be an atheist if I were straight.
Would I still be an ateist if I weren't a gay man? Would I still be an artist if I weren't a gay man? Would I still be a liberal if I weren't a gay man? These questions are actually unacceptable to me. They have no basis in reality. Because the answer is: "I would be a gay man. I would be a liberal and an artist and an atheist and a gay man. No matter what." And then I start to actually consider the question... I would fit in with this family so much better if I weren't a gay man and if I weren't a liberal and if I weren't an atheist and—dare I say it—if I weren't an artist. It would all be so much easier for them. But I would still be all of those things, gay or straight. I know I would. It is a silly question, but I know the answer. Sex is sex. I'm not having any sex right now. I can identify myself however I please: I can tell everyone I'm a straight male if I want, right? As a matter of fact, I can have sex with Brittney whenever I please, and probably half-a-dozen other women too. I could go do that, and then I can call myself a straight man.
I am still an atheist and a liberal and an artist. And the question is a stupid, silly question without a purpose. Because I am a gay man and I don't plan on having any sex with any women. (Though Allan and Brittney reminded me on Saturday that I did make out with Drea a little less than 2 years ago. Hee hee. Such stupidity.)
I'm tired.
I just finished listening to an interview with Lynne Truss of Eats, Shoots & Leaves fame. My dad recorded it on cable for me. Isn't that sweet? He's a weird-o Bill O'Reilly fan, but he still knows how to be nice.
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