Bursting the Bubble

Weddings are the current theme of my life.

A few months ago, I drove my roommates to their good friends wedding (on campus, actually) and that was when it started. We all realized that weddings aren’t just in the future for all of us, but the near future. Last year, these two were playing beer pong next door, spending Wednesdays and Beggars and Thursdays at Burgerama. This year, they were committing their life to each other.

This past weekend, I took a much needed trip to the good old hometown, No.6. Weddings were on everyone’s mind. We discussed whether our friends who had been together for seven years were planning on anything in the near future. We confessed who we thought would get married first and who would most likely be tying the knot because of an unplanned little miracle from heaven.

A few weeks ago, Rachel sent me this article about young Bostonian gays who are playing house as early as 22 or 23 years old.

Sunday evening, Cara and I cried our eyes out as we watched Scotty and Kevin commit to each other on Brothers and Sisters. (Is Nora Walker not the perfect mother?) And while my mom reminds me that I, in fact, can’t get married, there’s no doubt the idea ran across my mind when I saw Scotty and Kevin kiss as husband and husband (husbands?).

Next weekend, I’m going to be an “And Guest” for my friend Lauren at a wedding for some people we went to high school.

But is that what I want? Maybe it’s because I’m not, nor have I ever been, in a committed to relationship someone, but the whole marriage thing doesn’t seem to near for me. Listen, I appreciate the open bars (I will really be appreciating the open bar this weekend), but I can’t even imagine thinking at 21 years old that it’s in my near-future plans (and my parents were married and pregnant with their second kid when they were 21). I can’t see me spending the rest of my life with someone I haven’t met yet because I’m so happy in my relationships otherwise. But I supposed I could have said the same thing leaving high school.

Things change. And that’s just the way it is…

Read this news article Rachel sent me.

Now I’m all for outing people (kidding, sort of). But nothing is worse than the hell halls of high school and having to deal with you sexuality posted openly for every parent to see, including your somewhat clueless own? I remember how awful I felt for a whole day when a senior asked me if I was gay in front of everyone in home room. Nothing feels worse.

I would hope the ACLU would get involved.

And I totally understand the argument about being treated as equals, but let’s wait until things are equal before we treat each other as equals. Let’s wait until gays aren’t targeted for murder because of their sexuality, openly harassed, beaten, bullied and teased. Then we’ll talk about equality.

Have a gay summer!

I know I will. And for the first time, I’ll actually be updating. Nate’s living about ten minutes away with few plans other than working and drinking. I’ll have my first very own gay roommate, Korey. (Finally, I’ll get to see how great it is to live with me.) That’ll be nice too. I’m always up for a new GBFF, not to mention Korey dresses so well that I will hopefully have some great new clothes to choose from. And here’s hoping some boys will get passed around as well.

We kicked the summer off with quite a bang this weekend. Wednesday through Friday meant staying up until 4 a.m., trying not to vomit from excess acohol, graduation ceremonies, last wine wednesdays, 2 p.m. Burgeramas and obviously a brand new haircut complete with steps.

I guess the targeting of homosexuals by the alcohol industry works… even on my straight friends.

This week, I started working full time, which isn’t quite as gay as I would hope. But hey, what’s gayer than having a high disposable income? (Which I will unfortunately dispose of on alcohol most likely.)

Hayley moved out this morning. It has been a great year and we both said we couldn’t have imagined having a better time. Hayley’s the sweetest and I’m not getting sad because I know I’ll make a visit to her this summer in Jersey (where Laura as well — about an hour away from Rachel in the city). We’re all planning on spending some massive amounts at the Marc by Marc Jacobs stores. Forget Disney, that’s the happiest (gayest) place on Earth.

The end of the school year is always a bit bitter sweet. Hayley is moving out, but my friend Korey is moving in. (Yes, the Korey from 5AwesomeGays.)

Rachel and Cara are graduating, but Rachel is moving to New York, where I will no doubt visit and Cara and I are spending the summer with an unlimited amount of Wine Wednesdays, Thirsty Thursdays and Wasted Weeks in general.

Summer loving might be just around the corner, but a few cute boys are leaving until the fall.

School’s out but I’ll be working full time.

I’m living in East Lansing (exciting for my first time during the summer months), but not going abroad.

But all in all, this summer is going to be crazy fun sexy time hopefully with plenty of stories to share with you all. Not really bitter, I guess, only sweet.

Thursday was quite liberating for me as I left for class in my Batman/Robin makeout T-shirt.

I also made my roommates some kick ass T’s which they got some dirty looks and quite a few compliments for. Not as many people wore their T’s OUT around campus as I expected and although I planned on wearing mine out the gay bar gay bar, so many plans fell through and I ended up spending the night alone at home mostly. Anyway check these OUT.

This was Jenna’s. A play off of the “Male Gaze” which she didn’t understand wasn’t gays for a whole semester her freshman year.

This was Cara’s. And yes, that’s the font from the Sopranos.

This was Hayley’s. Loves it.

We all dealt with a little uncomfortableness, but who cares, since the whole world makes it a little uncomfortable for us everyday. Thanks to my ladies for the support.

Also the back of my shirt said “HOMO SAYS WHAT.” Everyone at the Riv loved it.

I’ll give you guys a rundown of this year’s events. I had nothing to do with planning any of this, but some of my friends did so my fabulous ass will for sure be attending several.

Tonight, Ruthie Alcaide from the Real World Hawaii will be speaking about her identities as a bisexual native Hawaiian. Add it to your Facebook events here.

Tomorrow, Tuesday the 15th, Saul Williams will be performing some slam poetry. Add it to your Facebook events here.

Wednesday the 16th Jon Hoadley, executive director of the stonewall democrats will be speaking. 8 pm in the Union, Parlor room A.

Thursday is my favorite: Make a shirt and wear it OUT! My shirt is going to just be a picture of Batman and Robin kissing by Terry Richardson, one of my favorite magazine photographers.

Friday is the drag show. Add it to your events here.

Saturday, “Transgeneration” will be playing in Case Hall at 2 pm.

COME OUT AND SUPPORT! Remember you don’t have to be a moe, boe or hot tranny mess to celebrate how much you love the queers!

Watch this.

1. Madonna and JT “Four minutes to save the world.”

Four best minutes of my life every day like seven times. Go to iTunes, download it. It’s worth the $2.

2. I’m the new Sex & Health editor of the The Big Green.

Congrats to my fellow editors.

3. New VMan

…which is largely my favorite magazine. It comes out twice a year, costs like $5, mostly because of all the ads (which, duh, are like half the fun in fashion magazines). It’s way more Euro/NYC than LA/NYC. LA Fashion creeping into fashion magazines is driving me crazy. It’s fun and a little vulgar and a little dark. And contains pretty much nothing I could ever afford. This season style-sucker (though largely an LA boy) Ashton Kutcher graces the cover in a cool robot 80’s white suit kinda deal. And my favorite thing? The pull out posters of half-naked male models that I have on the walls of my room.

4. The weather?!

Thank god. Keep running without those shirts on boys. Although, I hear it’s supposed to snow tomorrow… You know what they say in Michigan, “If you don’t like the weather, wait a few minutes.” Now I feel like a grandpa.

5. Emma’s new internship at Marchesa.

Congrats to my numero uno chica for landing an internship for hew last month in New York. Now if only, they’d give her a dress and she had a place to where it.

6. The bars.

Who knew it would actually be a way to meet boys? Not that I’m having much luck with said boys, but still.

7. Happy 22nd birthday Hayley on Monday!

In the past couple weeks, I’ve been thrown in several situations with straight boys that I don’t know. Many of them seem to really love me though. And once alcohol is induced, I find out about their other experiences with gay men.

Like one guy, he had a gay roommate and let me know that he was totally cool with gay people.

Another guy, who also had a gay roommate, said he was totally cool with me except for the fact that I told my roommate’s friend he wasn’t cute and she should go home and pass out instead of going home with him.

Another, once had a best friend from Political Science camp who liked to make fun of the other nerds. On the last day, the kid came out to his non-nerdy nerdy friend. He was totally cool with it.

Another had a family member who came out late in life and he was totally cool with it.

Another knew a kid in high school who was gay and they weren’t really friends but he totally respected him and was cool with it.

I have a lot in common with these guys because I once met 10,000 ignorant straight people and I was totally cool with them too.

A handjob doesn’t mean I love you and neither does a date. While my roommates are always complaining about the way the respective boys (and maybe a few men) act in their lives, I’m doing the same thing. This weekend (just about the time Cedar Village was exploding), I ran into a past one night makeout buddy who proceeded to ignore me at the bar as if I’d told him I loved him. Finally when the situation was ridiculous and we were face-to-face, I got a “Oh hi, when did you get here?” To which I replied, “Um, I was here that whole time you were ignoring me.” He stared. I laughed, bummed a cigarette from his wasted ass and walked away. And that’s what happens with boys and me. You would think I was some kind of homely drunk mistake, but if the guys aren’t trying to get out of my bed and be my best friend (without benefits), they’re trying to never have to talk to me again.

Last week, a hookup who gave me the “Call me sometime, we’ll go out again to the bar” speech along with what seemed like a genuine smile, ignored a phone call only to write on my wall days later explaining he was at dinner, without apologizes or suggestions for future plans.

And all the ones who are so sick of hookups and want some kind of real relationship are the first to run at the idea of -gasp- a date and the ones who have no interest in boyfriends are usually only single for another week or two. What it mostly boils to is that men are completely irrational and as one of them, I have no further understanding than you do, girls. As for me, I also have no idea what I want and I’ll admit that, but I’m also not ever going to ignore a text, Facebook message, or real life person.