Garoo

I’ve been told last night that I looked like a recent queer, the kind that came out of the closet six months ago. Me. Arf. I’ve only been going out in the Marais (the Paris gay district, if you don’t know) for seven years (and I started with the mag, an association of young sensible boys who don’t exactly care to look straight) and there was a time I went out in bars almost every night (uh, thinking back about it, I wonder where I found the money to pay for my daily Cokes… could it be that normal life isn’t as expensive as I think?). And yet, even in those times, I was like I am now. Well, no. I was fatter, pimple-faced, (even) less fun and less outgoing, but the point is I didn’t look more gay.

So I’m not easily influenced. I’m just who I am and you can’t change me. But why am I saying this as if it were surprising? Nobody ever managed to influence me into working, so it must be a sign, mustn’t it? I’m not easily influenced, big deal. At the time I wrote that article on my notepad, it seemed interesting, but right now I wonder if I should publish this at all.

P.S. Seemingly it wasn’t that clear from my post: I didn’t take that as an insult. I didn’t take it as a compliment either, because I wouldn’t mind looking like I spend all my time in gay clubs. It just amused me, that’s all. (Hence the Arf in the article’s beginning.)