esterday (or today… depending on when I post this) Ricky Martin “came out”. The world at large spoke in one voice. Together as one we said: “NOOOOOOOO SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.” Now I get it. I get that someone coming out is the same as someone admitting that they cheated on their significant other. It’s more about the individual getting it off their chest and less about revealing it to those around them… I guess.
ut as the person being told, you can’t help but feel that it’s about you and naturally feel a little insulted that the person assumed you didn’t already deduce this. And it’s difficult to not feel this way unfortunately. I remember a few years ago when I heard someone at school had came out. My response was: “What do you mean “came out”? He came out to me the first time I heard him say the word ’stuff’.”
True story and I got a lot of shit for that.
here are too many ego’s at work when it comes to the big “reveal”. Fox news right now just told me that Ricky Martin has a big secret he wants me to know. This is inaccurate. Ricky Martin doesn’t want me to know anything. He doesn’t care that I know. If my singular one on one experience with said situation is any indication, Ricky Martin just wants to be able to make out with dudes in public because of the simple fact that it would make his life that much easier.
little while ago, a friend of mine sat me down and started the conversation with a *sigh*. I already knew where this was going. He was either going to tell me he had finally killed his shit girlfriend or that he was gay and I was really REALLY hoping he killed her. But that’s another story all together. So he told me and I explained to him that I already knew and was basically waiting for him to tell me. This was a huge weight lifted off of both of our shoulders.
1. He could start making out with dudes in front of me (he’s horrible at wording things so when he told me this I almost ran out of the room full speed).
2. I could stop making blatant gay jokes around him in my effort to make him feel uncomfortable because quite frankly I was running out of zingers.
