Gay confession

At the lounge, a guy tried to grind with me. It was 4 p.

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The class gave me a vocabulary for something that had been becoming more and more intuitive to me: Gender was a bit of a performance. Connect with an open community. I wanted to inspect it further — I mean, how many dicks have I gotten to see up close?

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I began to wonder what made these queer folks so different than me. Since these norms are defined socially, any group of weirdos can call bullshit, call it something made up — constructed — opt out, and perform it all quite differently.

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He told me to come to a local drag show with the gang. We're re-running this story as part of a countdown of the year's best personal essays. Was it just a choice I needed to make? Our arms and legs were strewn across a ratty futon. And if I was going to do it, might as well chalk it up to those crazy college days, right?

The strict sex categories presented to me as a kid had apparently been fluctuating throughout time and across cultures. He was the kind of person who when you meet him you think I bet he does improv and then you find out he does.

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