I just read Jean J. Hsu's latest blog entry about how much she loves The City, so I decided to write how I hate The Country, or The Suburbia.
First off, clubs? What? Huh? The last one I went to was Woody's a couple a weeks ago...in Philadelphia during my escape from Suburbia. Before that I've spent almost 5 months club-less and without the thumpa thumpa of the gay heart beat.
Just goes to show that all Countryfolk are straight. The closest thing to gay (besides one or two I bumped into) is one of my neighbors "Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays (PFLAG)" bumper sticker.
I just want to return to the nightlife aspect...I like the idea of a little danger after midnight. But, no, I walk around in my PJs to...walk my dog. I feel completely safe in the pitch-black dark because everyone is asleep.
The closest thing to going out on the town I've done here is go to Hooters after work with a couple coworkers. Hooters. Gotta be kidding me. Jean is cracking up in her Suede chair and Prada loafers right now.
A couple blocks from my neighborhood is a place called Shooters. Of course it's been shut down and is a ghost of a memory of something. Yes, it's a sports bar and it seems that's all there is around here.
The only upside is that there's smoking allowed inside. Also, cheap ass drinks...Which is probably why there are alcoholics in abundance. I love homosexual alcoholics. They still dance well and they get ass. The only alcoholics here are red-necks and country bumpkin. They go to the bar, cry about their life, hop into their Dodge Ram from 1982 and head home to beat their wife. Their farmer's tan is also not so attractive.
Will someone save me? Thanks. I have exactly 3 months 'til I get to go back to Penn and my city of Brotherly Love and Sisterly Affection...thinking about it makes me want to pee my pants, but I don't think I'll be able to hold it that long.
One last nostalgic thought about Philly and a quote by Jean J. Hsu: "I loved it so much that I wanted to urinate on it."
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All I can say to this is that I feel ya, I feel ya dude.
Though my only qualm is that there are many gay people in the burbs. McMinnville had a pretty active gay community. There was this group of gay people that met all the time, I went once to recruit participants for my thesis research. They were mostly older people, and it wasn't quite my thing, but they were there. I think there even putting together a pride celebration this year.
Not that Mac was all cool, stupidness abounded much of the time, but there are pockets of goodness in the barren landscape.
But now I am out! Portland makes my soul happy :-D
do you mean...insomnia, or narcolepsy...or just simply lack of sleep?
then again, anemia can cause exhaustion
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