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COPYRIGHT 2003 Curve Magazine, Outspoken Enterprises, San Francisco, CA 94102 (415) 863-6538
SO WHAT IF I DRIVE A FOUR-wheel-drive vehicle? "It's not a lesbian car," I hear myself whine to people who give me that knowing look when they see me get out of my vehicle for the first time.
Well, it's not a lesbian car, but it is a gay car. I live in the biggest gay male neighborhood in the country and every other queen here has my car.
"I don't wear these all the time." I've said this too many times to others when caught at a place other than the gym wearing my sweats.
I've had my homo life threatened several times over the years. Some folks did it anonymously; others stood there and presented their plans in person; a few, particularly during Gay Pride events in the Pacific Northwest, followed up their verbal assaults by tossing objects in my direction.
None of these events fazed me. I didn't change my phone number, stop making public appearances or alter my life in any way as a result of these incidents. So why should I care if some strangers look at me in my car or in my workout clothes and say to themselves, "It figures"? As I sit here today, I have to face the fact that being perceived as a...
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