that's some shit

after finishing the 40 year old virgin last night with amanda (i'm sorry, but i was not expecting this movie to be as amazingly funny as it was. seriously, go rent it.) and a triple-shot of nyquil, i went to bed at 11.30. and, almost miraculously, my sickness has vanished. ok, so not exactly vanished. i still have a stuffy nose and my voice sounds pretty bad, but i'm not knock knock knocking on heaven's door anymore. oh wait, homos don't go to heaven.

in other news, i've been contacted via myspace by the only other homo that i went to high school with. though i'm sure there were others (just by looking at his myspace page i see another dude that must've been to high school with us, two years younger, that i don't recognize whatsoever. and trust me, i would. because he's hot. and that's a rare thing at ponca city high school.), the only person in my class that i was pretty sure was a raging homo was this guy. whenever i tell people i came out in high school (in 1997, in fact, right after ellen came out on ellen.) they don't seem to get the gravity of the situation. inevitably they're east coasters who have been out since they were 13, or, like, "were never really 'in,'" but being a gay 17 year old in a town of 25,000 people on the plains in oklahoma...that's some shit.

so this other guy, the guy that myspaced me yesterday, always pops to my head when i tell people that i was the only out gay guy in high school. because i'm not exactly sure that's true. this guy definitely could've been out to his friends; i'd never have known. his friends were cheerleaders and the rich guys who lived down the street from me. they drove their big, expensive trucks or their tricked-out honda civics or their mustang convertibles to the country or to each others' houses, where they got fucked-up on beer. i, on the other hand, was friends with the music kids, the drama kids, the eccentrics. with very few exceptions, these two castes don't mix. so even if this kid was, in fact, out, he wasn't available to me.

so he says to me in a myspace message this morning, after totally skirting around the issue yesterday, "so, wait a minute... you said that ty is "cute"... does that mean you're... uhhh... maybe i better check out your profile." of course i had to pause for a second--this guy lives in ponca city, sees my parents all the time. i've gone so far away from life in that small town that i was hesitant to reopen a connection that wasn't one of the few i already had. but then, having been out of the closet nearly ten years, and seeing as he is obviously also a big homo, i just told him. not that i had to, since right there on my myspace page it says "GAY!!!!!!!!" in big pink flashing letters.