posted on Jun, 15 2006 @ 09:49 PM
I college, in the freshmen dorm, there was a guy I'll call Jack. Everybody in the dorm got a nickname. Something disgusting or assinine, or
whatever pushed your buttons. We used to give jack a hard time because he was always very carefully dressed. In all honesty, we were jealous of the
attention he got from the ladies . . .
Anyway, we never meant any harm. So, for the Halloween dance, he showed up in a wedding dress with a cathedral-length train and a dozen red roses for
a bouqet. His groom had a boom box playing "I'm coming out--I want the world to know!"
We were all horrified, and we all spent the rest of the year apologizing whenever we saw him: "Dude. We had no idea; if we had thought you
really were gay, we have never said a . . . well, you know. We only made jokes because we assumed they were . . . jokes. Oh, never mind,
Jack." He just laughed and always said, "I'm not the ONLY ONE, you know. Just the "BRAVE ONE."
I'd probably come out at a Karaoke contest. "Halleluiah, it's raining men" or something like that. Maybe a Barbra Streisand number, or a Celine
Dion or something.
Oh, here it is, "Man I feel like a Woman!"
Good times. And all in fun.