Lost Highway Times...Paths in Oblivion

The origins of the so-called "Gay lifestyle" are pretty straightforward. It all comes back to protest against what the straight world does to gay people. If I can't express my fucking sexuality in public, if I can't walk down the street without potentially being called a name, if I can't bring my lover to public events, then, god dammit, I'm going to do just what I want in private and no one is going to fucking be able to stop me. So goes the origins of the gay lifestyle. S/M, fetishes, bar culture leading to sort of random hook ups and group sex, sure, why the fuck not, you can't stop me. Parties, drugs, circuits, you get the picture. Who is anyone in the straight world to say that I can't dress up in leather on gay pride day and flaunt it, motherfucker?

Safe sex concerns have dampened the intensity of all of this but the ethic, I hope, continues; well, I hope and I don't hope, because some of this is an elaborate attempt of people who feel like shit and who justifiably feel really insecure because of their sexuality to escape that insecurity, and that's not good because it can lead to some really unhealthy things, like drug addiction or possibly unsafe sex.

I'm pretty much out as not straight at this point; I like both men and women but I haven't gone out with a woman in years. This is sort of new to me. What I find, though, is that I just don't care anymore. You don't like the gay pride sticker on my car, tough shit. I have no apologies for anyone anymore. Love me or leave me alone.