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A-Gays, B-Gays

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

So instead of studying for my organic chem final I have in...oh thirty minutes, I'm here writing about something that has been on my mind for quite some time now. Nevermind that I will be failing miserably on the orgo chem final and nevermind that my future is in question and I might be crying like a little baby later this month. This is important, dammit.

It's interesting how there are little groups of gay people. I was on Facebook the other day and you know how the home page has the RSS-like feeds of the activities of people? So I saw that there were these group of "good looking" gay guys who I happen to be friends with on Facebook (but not in real life) who added photos of them at a party - no doubt at one of their apartments. All of them were good looking, J Crew/Armani Exchange sweaters with fauxhawks or similar hairstyles. Most of them are white, a few were not. All of them had these "I know you're taking my picture but I'm going to act like I don't care." or "I know you're taking my picture and I am going to pout my lips to make me look gooood." But the thing that got me was that these people all hung out together all the time. Even the freshmen who were destined to be "A-Gay" were somehow assimilated also.

Where does A-Gay and B-Gay come from? Tom was reading me a short from "More Tales of the City" which had a chapter on it. The A-list Gays (A-Gays) and the B-List Gays (B-Gays). I do not belong to the A-Gays nor do I necessarily want to. I don't know how I would feel if I had an A-Gay boyfriend. But, who knows? So since I'm not A-Gay I must be B-Gay. I am definitely not C-Gay (the guys who don't socialize at all and who never get dates because they're too afraid to do anything and/or socially awkward).

I don't want to promote the whole Indian Caste system but that is what it feels like. I can never be a A-Gay because I'm not good looking enough nor rich enough. I'm not a C-Gay because I put myself out there for all the gentlemans callers. I'm a B-Gay and I'm happy.

I kind of want to be an A-Gay though. I mean, the good looks and money? That would be awesome.

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