Nov 29

Pubans and Butch Egos

blog entry, now why did you have to tell me that?

I need to get out of my shell. I switched off the cross-posting of my blog with facebook, because I got suddenly self-conscious of all of my ex-high-school mates reading up on sexcapades (gasp!) and homo-life, and realizing what a freak I really am.

Not that being a freak is a bad thing, by any means. I was compulsively rotating my Blackberry in my hand at Outwrite this past Saturday, and I had the urge to do it in increments of five, so as to not leave a nagging thought in the back of my head for the rest of the day, at least until bedtime. Add that to my list of eccentric freak habits. Like eating chips with a utensil.

Just as I stopped writing, I had a botched attempt at asking a boy out and spending time with him. Having hose early-adoration feelings for the first time in months really woke something up inside of me. Interestingly enough, even as I scrambled to make time for “hanging out” and trying to go together to the Louvre at the High, it also coincided with a sudden upswing in social engagements with other social aspects of my life. Halloween at the Jungle. Drinks at Blake’s and Amsterdam. Sunday brunch with friends. Continuing my never-ending quest for the perfect man-bag. I bought more Jack-Spade.

I coined a term at work last week, as I was explaining the migration of Jewbans (Jewish-Cubans) from Cuba to Puerto Rico and South Florida, and how that parallelled the movement of Chinese Cubans. Polish-Cubans are Pubans now, apparently.

I hope I do not get any hate-mail.

Speaking of work, another co-worker revealed to me that in the 5 or so months we have been working together, he only discovered my sexual orientation just three weeks ago. Imagine what a boost it gave my already battered homosexual non-butch ego. I rode that boost for days. It’s good to know that i still got some butch in me. I just need to hang out with more lesbians again.