Straight People

I'm in California at the moment. I've been here since last Friday, for my little sister's high school graduation and then a family vacation to Yosemite. It's been mostly fabulous...the graduation was great, Yosemite was breath-taking, and spending time with my two sisters, my mother, and my stepdad has been fun.

However, I noticed a strange thing that hit me almost as soon as my flight touched down in San Francisco: I feel really weird when I am in groups of heteros. Yeah, I know. How strange is that? But I've noticed that when I have been out-and-about with my family on this trip, I'll have a vague, undefined uncomfortable feeling until I see one or more homos. Then I'm like, "YES! MY PEOPLE!" and I have to fight down the urge to run over to them in relief.

I don't get it. Something must be wrong with me or something! =P And it's not that I don't love my family (I do) or that they embarrass me in public (they don't) or anything like that. I think it's a result of, for the first time in my life, my having been hanging out with fellow queers almost exclusively for the last 6 or 9 months at least. I still have my wonderful straight friends, but with football and all that, I just spend way more time with The Gays.

How novel. I kinda like it.