Deep Down, We're All Just Bitches...

So, I used to have this misconception that coming out would automatically give me some kind of acceptance in queer culture. Now, for all of you homos and honeys out there with some experience in the gay world, you know that's simply not the case.

After a gay man comes out and alienates his entire conservative family and freaks out all of his straight guy friends who now think he's been checking them out for their entire friendship, and makes all of his ex-girlfriends wonder if they're the one who made him gay, the gay man must then face a bizarre reality: he must now come out as a member of a specific subculture.

Twinks. Clubkids. Bears. Clones. Queens. Sadists. Trannies. Barebackers. Pretentious Fags. Republicans. Bugchasers. Artsy Fags.

But its SO more complex than this. Let's just take Bears for example. Inside the Bear subculture, you have sub-subcultures. Under Bears. Muscle Bears. Leather Bears. Polar Bears. Cubs. The list goes on and on.

I was instant messaging Skipper tonight, and we realized that I'm not really sure where I fit. So I decided I'll try to create my own subculture. Now, I know that it is not customary for gay subcultures to intermingle, but I have good friends in many subcultures. So perhaps...I am a Floater. Notice I didn't say Shapeshifter. No, I will be consistent. Perhaps I can be who I am, and incorporate enough aspects of other subculture extremists' ways that I can be accepted among multiple groups.

I know, I know. This is a foriegn concept; but I'm going to try it. As my trial run as a Floater begins, I don't expect it to catch on...no, much of gay culture is far to bitchy to be that accepting. But that's what really unites us all, right? (aside from the love of Mr. Winky). Deep down, we're all just a bunch of Bitches.