K-Holes on the Dancefloor

Morning. It’s a newer, brighter day and I have four less teeth in my head. (The oral surgeon actually called them wizzies, as in “I know we’re backed up, but I’ve got four wizzies to pull here). They deemed my mouth important enough to call in the star resident, rather than a student (thank God) and actually offered me the option of IV sedation, and despite my desire to be as out-of-it as possible, I chose the laughing gas (no, I didn’t laugh) because the sedation would have required a new appointment, and considering my Mom’s condition, I wanted to get it over with. So I’m home now, with my pain meds, my penicillin, and a few rented DVDs. Workshop or no workshop, I’m gonna give myself a sick day.

I broke down and rented a few episodes of the first season of Queer as Folk. And well, I dunno. It’s neither the best queer show I’ve ever seen (that would probably be Pee-Wee’s Playhouse), nor is it a sign of the Apocalypse. The whitebread characters and the heavy-handed issues made it hard for me to get sucked in, but I’ll give it a couple more episodes. The too gay-friendly Mom prattling on about crusing, while dressed in “Got Lube?” t-shirts and P-Flag buttons rang a bit false, and I winced when Ted had his brush with GHB (has anyone on TV ever taken GHB and not passed out, had a seizure, or been raped?) However, his date’s abandonment was realistic. Nothing like passing out to ruin a gay boy’s party. In my time at the clubs I’ve seen countless poor boys abandoned by friends when the drugs hit too hard. I’ve driven home boys whose friends couldn’t be torn from the club to help. Ah, the heady days of drug abuse and fabulousness.

Anyway, I’ll admit a fascination with Brian’s character because he does all the things I could never do, and gets away with it. He’s the type who can walk through life, damaging all he touches, unconcerned with the repercussions. As I mentioned once before, sometimes I wish I could be that un-selfconscious. But only for a minute or so.

As one site states, the Meyers types like myself (INFJs), “… yearn to live spontaneously; it’s not uncommon for INFJ actors to take on an SP (often ESTP) role.” Not that I’m a devoted “type” ( I don’t place too much emphasis on astrology, either), but when I came across sites like these, they described me perfectly. Anyway, not that you asked. Speaking of that, I sure wouldn’t mind hearing from some readers now and then. Hit the “Mailbox” link above, and tell me about yourself. Or don’t. I’m gonna keep this up, either way.

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