So what makes me the expert?
Yeah, I know - a week later and I'm finally getting around to wrapping up my posts on that night. But hell, it's my blog and I have been more concerned with layout than content as of late. Now back on topic...
By this time I'm on my 3rd or 4th Sprite and the conversation turns toward sex. Lovely little asides of: Who was a dog but had a body that was "bang-n." Who was slutty. Who did what, to whom, and where. And whose nipples jutted in odd directions. Through all of this I was watching from my mental 2-way mirror - then all of a sudden the glass shattered and I was pulled into the mix.
The topic had moved past flings, shared past girlfriends, sexual acquaintances, and analogies to chipped ham that could have me swearing of processed lunchmeats for the foreseeable future. It was now sex in general. What is done, right, and wrong and what past girlfriends have really sucked at - no pun intended.
I should have seen it coming, as one who tends to visualize the background engineering involved with any social interaction - whether I act appropriately on the information or not. Ross was smirking at me right before he said it, so I knew something was afoot.
Something to the extent of:
So Chris, what's your take on this? Being gay and all.
I missed a beat on that. How is one supposed to answer a question like that? Taken off guard, I shot back:
So what exactly makes me the expert here?
Yes, in hindsight, not the best retort, as I'm sure that one will haunt me mercilessly down the line. But in all honesty, from within the group and my own personal knowledge - I wasn't the one sitting at that table that should have been writing advice books on the topic.
It wasn't so much the comment, as the implied branding. Having only been out for about a year and half (in so much as to family and being no longer in the mood to deny the issue if it comes up - some friends have known for longer.) I guess in some ways I'm still unsure of myself in the world, but can one blame me?
In a way Ross' comment exposed a point which I prefer to keep personal control of. While no longer lying if the point is raised, I feel no need to skip around in a rainbow sash and lime green Speedos! (Like the world needs that anyway...) I'm by no means a conservative just not a "pride monger."
None the less, those few moments were awkward and since in that exchange I was more or less out-ed to Shane - those seconds tend to sink to the pit of your stomach, even if one knows the outcome isn't the end of the world.
Then secondary to all this was the discussion about how I never really talked about girls in high school - I guess the "asexual cripple stereotype" played well for me for a while. Meanwhile, I suddenly felt, having been dragged into this unseemly conversation, that I was then somehow elected ambassador of all "Gaydom" - Once again: What the hell makes me the expert? I felt like saying: I respectfully decline the title as stated and suggest all questions be referred to So-And-So.
It was really was an interesting night. Shallow yet bizarrely deep, sorta like Tim's Long Island Iced Teas. I doubt my tablemates took away from that night as much as I did. But all in all, there was nothing I would really want to change. And although not earth-shattering, it's a night and a memory, unlike most of high school, that I think I may hang onto for a while.
In closing, I wish Tim another, if not belated, Happy Birthday - as a cap on my reflection of that Friday night at TGI Friday's.