LGBTQ.
Dear Sparkle Mag —
Tonight I ordered Thai food, which is completely uncharacteristic of my ascetic way of living, but tonight I broke down when I realized my body was depleted of oil, cilantro, peanuts, and bland mushy vegetables.
I stalked over to Thai Cafe, the place with the broken plastic door that they’ll never fix, and wearing yellow tube socks and a hoodie I placed my order. A Sarah McLaughlin song was playing and I was reading some tawdry yellow journalism in the NYPress. I suddenly realized:
“I must join our school’s gay club.”
Our college’s gay club meets once a week and I feel that this school severely needs some gay vitamins. So far this semester I have had to convince one student that I couldn’t make him gay and nearly every day I hear someone calling something gay to refer to its inferior status.
So maybe I’ll join the gay club. For now, my Comp II class is reading David Sedaris and Louie Crew’s Thriving as an Outsider. I may not become Citytech’s gay den mother, but I’d like to be a gay posi role model.
Ciao ladies,
Cousin Ginny
