Dad always said you could do anything, be anyone you wanted to be.  He was mostly right.  But there are some things you just are.

Think of all the ‘clubs’ you belong to.  In my case, I am human, english speaking, a vikings fan, a young adult, a straight male, a minnesotian, a suburbanite, caucasian, buddhist, non smoker, middle class, computer programmer.  Alot of these are by choice, some of them by imprint from being raised by my parents, but I will always be a caucasian straight male, and that’s unavoidable.

This has relevance because I can’t do *everything*.  I quite clearly will never be in a lesbian relationship.  (w4w section is useless!  Drat!) I was wandering around st paul and I was exploring bars.  I ended up in a really gay bar, not orientation agnostic like the 90s.  No good.  I wantered into a predominantly black strip club.  I was also unwelcome there, so I left as well.

My friend zach said recently he sometimes doesn’t like the gay community and wishes he wasn’t a part of it.  (only sometimes).  The fact is he didn’t choose to be gay, any more than a bi woman choses to be bi or a black guy chooses to be black.  It is interesting we all have different experiences allowed to us (I’ll never give birth, for example) and the only way to overcome these limitations of reality is to communicate what it’s like with eachother.

What is it like being a dog?

What is it like being a mom?

*ponders*