What is this place, anyway?
There is just no un-cliche way to make this statement, so I’ll take the plunge and type the words a million other people have typed before me: being a young adult who is queer-identified is tough. Really tough. It’s like dancing a ballet while holding down the pin of a grenade —let go of it, and everyone close to you might get blown to bits, keep on holding it, and you’re a prisoner.
And because of the way the general public often views the GLBTQ community, it often feels like I am a fictional character, actually, or a stock character. Someone whose every move can be predicted just by a couple of “defining” features. In the same way it shows that blondes are “dumb” and chicks with glasses also have asthma, are on the chess team, and have a strange affinity with argyle, culture says that GLBTQ people are lying/psychopathic/attention-seeking. And I am none of the above.
But at the same time, being thought of as a fictional person has its advantages. People who are convinced that I don’t really exist are unlikely to be swayed to believe I truly do, no matter how passionately I try to convince them. Yet, if people didn’t care about the lives of people who they did not consider real, there would be no soap operas, fiction, or reality tv. And while, in the case of Jersey Shore, Twilight, and Real American Housewives, this wouldn’t be a loss at all, it does show that people who are 100% not real can have a HUGE impact on culture, society, and mindsets, even though the majority of consumers are comfortably certain that none of it exists. So, the purpose of this blog is to capitalize on this opportunity.
If you’re reading this as someone who believes that there is no such thing as non-binary gender or sexuality, or that “gay” is not a real orientation, then that’s totally your perogative. Just see me as a mildly annoying actor who likes to break the fourth wall and give opinions on purple-tinged issues that are happening in your black-and-white (blue-and-pink?) world.
