Since June is widely considered Pride month, I was thinking about how I might celebrate on my blog. My coming out story is easily accessible here on my blog using the
'coming out' tag. But I came up with the concept
I'm calling Glimpses of Gay. This is where I will share occasions that
occurred before I came out where I had a glimpse of gay life or an
interaction with someone I understood to be gay. Here's part 3:
It was the fall of 1980 (I think). I was almost 17, a junior in high school, and had gotten a part in the community theatre's production of Li'l Abner. (My part had just a couple lines but I sang in all the chorus scenes). Because I didn't have a driver's license yet, my mother or sister would drop me off for evening rehearsals and then I'd bum a ride home with some other cast member.
One night I'd secured a ride home with 2 guys, one of whom had the lead and the other a supporting role, whom I knew lived near me. I assume they were at least 5 years older than me based on their facial hair and maturity. It was probably close to 10pm and it was dark out. As we left the rehearsal location the 1st guy asked me if I had a girlfriend, to which I replied no. He said that they didn't have girlfriends either, and the 2nd guy snickered. The 2nd guy asked if I had a boyfriend, to which I also replied no. The 1st guy asked if I'd ever smoked pot, to which I replied no again. Then he said that with no girlfriend, no boyfriend, and no pot, what did I do for fun? I told them that I played the piano and tried out for community theatre parts like this. The 2nd guy asked if this was my 1st production and I replied yes. He said congratulations and said I must be excited.
As we neared my neighborhood the 1st guy said that they were going to smoke some pot and that I could join them instead of going directly home. I told them no, and that my parents would be expecting me. They asked if I was sure, that it would be fun, and that they'd make sure I was OK since I'd never had pot before. I said I was sure, so they dropped me off at my house.
Oddly enough, I do not remember being scared or feeling unsafe by this questioning or the offer to smoke pot with them. I kind of figured out they were gay, but that didn't make me uncomfortable either.
1 comment:
I tried pot once; I went back to booze in college.
so you have been musical all your life! :)
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