Hi. Here’s some stuff about me: I am over-educated and under-paid. I was usually picked last in gym class. I used to want to be a rock star, then I settled for wanting to sleep one. Finally, I settled on wanting to sleep with guys who wanted to be rock stars. I came out at the age of 21, but I didn’t get introduced to gay culture until I was 27. I’m still asking myself, “So, that’s it?” I’m an ENTJ, and born on the Leo/Virgo cusp, the same day as River Phoenix. I define The New Gay thus… Email me at email@example.com Contact me at Michael@Thenewgay.net
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I’ve discussed several facets of being out at work in previous posts, from coming out as political statement to receiving the hard cruse at my desk from a passing colleague. The workplace is a seemingly infinite well of stories and conversations on this topic.
My office location moved recently. Instead of being on the edge, the frontier if you will, of the central business district, I now report to work every day smack dab in the center of it. Well, right of center, but pretty center. The benefits of this new location are many, including an easier commute and lunch options an order of magnitude more various than previously. With this new location and good lunch options comes the ability to meet friends for lunch, an option I never had before at my old work location. And with meeting friends for lunch near my office comes the inevitably awkward, public, man-on-man kiss-hello.
We get quite a bit of feedback here at TNG HQ. Often, individual posts receive comments, and we appreciate (nearly) all of them. Occasionally, we receive personal email messages from readers expressing thanks for or frustrations with our efforts. Never before have we received actual, physical fan mail, until today. The above image is the front side of an anonymous postcard we received (on St. Valentine’s Day of all days) that expressed a very heartwarming message.
Gender Identity »
I was happy to see a recent TNG post from a guest contributor entitled Dropping The ‘T’ To Save It. The post did its best to be completely supportive of the trans community while at the same time asking serious and hard questions, such as: Are trans people best served by being allied with the gay and lesbian community in their joint struggle for rights? I’m not going to summarize the post, since every word was well chosen and I’d only do it injustice. Instead, I am going to react to some of the comments it received.
On a recent trip to Chicago, my boyfriend and I were out at a club, struggling to fight off the cabin fever we’d been suffering due to 48 hours of weather-related flight delays, snowfall and unstable family members. I spent some time sitting at the bar, getting to know the bf’s college frenemisis, whom we kept running into during the visit, while the bf set off on a mission to meet the only other indie rock fag (IRF) spotted in the sprawling establishment.
Time went on, alcohol was consumed, and groups of people and conversation merged and diverged like dynamic schools of fish dodging a lazy sea lion. At one point, I found myself chatting with the other IRF while his friend looked on. I looked up to find his friend staring at me, eyebrows slightly perked in a questioning way, mouth slightly agape. Hrm, I thought. I was intrigued.
Friday Staff Survey, Ideas »
The winter solstice is more than a month distant, and while the amount of sunlight we get each day is getting greater and greater, the winter itself is far from over. Next week we find out from the groundhog how much winter we have left this year, and we know he’s never right. East coasters are struggling through inches (or feet!) of snow, at times like this it seems that spring might never come. We thought we’d re-inaugurate the Friday Staff Survey with some uplifting tips for how to survive winter:
How do you banish the winter blahs?
I was chatting with a friend about the purpose of theatre this afternoon. We were discussing the reason, the importance of performance, and its relevance to our lives. True, most good performances are enjoyable. (For a counter example, watch Requiem for a Dream a few more times.) But perhaps more importantly, theatrical performance should say something, should make a point, about the human condition. Truly good performance does both: entertain and make us think about our lives and our interrelationships with one another. Thankfully, Wife Swappers achieved this goal.