"Being gay is not a lifestyle choice, coming out is."
So the past couple days have been slightly crazy.
Mainly just going out last night.
A fraternity from here at UofM-Flint had what is called a Stop Light party at a local bar downtown. Now, for those who do not know what a stop light party is I can explain it fairly well. The night consists of everybody wearing either Green, Yellow, or Red. The colors of a traffic light. All the colors have a meaning that lets everyone know where they stand relationship wise. Red means that you are in a relationship, and you are not looking for anything but to go out with friends and have fun. Yellow means that you are unsure, or in a complicated situation, and while you are not technically taken, you are not technically single either. ie: it's complicated. Finally, Green, means that you are single and ready to mingle, or DTF. Lol, just in case you do not know what that is, DTF means Down To F***!
Anyways, I wore green. Obviously, I am single.
I also drank enough to get me nice and tipsy, and totally happy with life. Which is not that much since I lost my tolerance. Anyways, we get to the bar, and I immediately start mingling with everyone I know, which is actually most of everyone there...not trying to brag.
Well, I absolutely felt like dancing so that is what I did. Going out to the dance floor with most of my girl friends, ahaha, we danced and had a good time.
Going into the night, you will see me standing by the bar talking to a couple guy friends of mine. This went on for quite a while. Found out my roommates from last year talk about me somewhat. They don't say anything that I did not already know. It was good to know they talk though, it makes me feel famous.
While talking to these guys, a guy walks up, looks me dead in the eyes, and asks:
"What color are you wearing?"
I replied "Green"
"Are you gay?"
So as we walk onto the floor I get his name.
Dancing was where I finally let loose. Now, when I dance with girls, I can get pretty fun, but never like anything when I am dancing with a man. I can just be myself so much better with them. and I really mean I let loose when I say I let loose. There was making out, and groping, and amazing dancing, and just a whole hell of a lot of dancing. It was pretty fun. I am glad I got to for real dance for a moment.
No, I did not go home with him, and no he did not leave with me. I am not that big of a whore. I need to know more than a name to take a person home.
It was great though.
I also just want to say, that I am currently watching the Opening Ceremony of the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, and I am thoroughly impressed. It is magnificent. I am not sure if it is going to be better than Beijing, but it is definitely awe inspiring. It is unfortunate that these events are preceded by the death of a Georgian man while on a trial run in the Luge. My heart goes out to everyone who knows him.
Thanks for reading!!!