The Blog of kilyra

Last night I ended up at a party with 4 girls, 2 straight guys, and 3 or 4 gay guys.

Now, as I get into this, please understand that back home I had several gay friends - guys and girls.  If looking at Will and Grace, some of the boys were Will and some were Jack, so please know that I say this with the utmost acceptance of sexual orientation.  And it's because of my friends that I was bothered by the behaviour I saw.

But these guys...It begins with the fact there were mirrors of sorts on every wall and the gay boys spent about 90% of their time in front of them playing with their hair and clothes.  They talked like children and were even using baby talk (*shudder*).  One of them fancies himself quit the...I don't know, activist(?) with this big message to say through the songs he mixes together.  His big thing is he's got a message and we'd all just better listen.  But the whole night he was hogging the mirror the most and was very much "Meeee!" the whole time.

I'm sorry, but just because you're gay does not work as an automatic qualifier for having some great message for the world.  Especially in Vancouver!  You're gay?  Whoopie shit, so is every third person wandering downtown tonight!  It's not fair to use that as your statement.  If you've got something to say and you're going to force everyone to listen, then you should have something worth saying!

Then I realized the girls were being just as bad with the mirrors and I started to wonder if I just found myself a subculture I wasn't aware of.  They all looked like they were trying to cross pop, punk, and the 80s. Their music taste was edgy pop...Britney Spears and such.  At first I thought they were an offshoot of the goth kids, but that's not right.  I'm an offshoot of goth.  Then I thought maybe emo?  But it didn't seem right either.  I just don't know.

I don't know, live and let live for sure.  They all seemed like nice enough people.  I guess I just had the chance to sit back and watch them all and the self-absorption was suffocating.  You almost felt guilty for taking up as much of their oxygen as you did.  But what really got me was the whole "Listen up, I've got a message" idea, that was promptly followed with a "It's all about MMEEEE" behaviour.  There was only a 3 yr difference but damn it felt like a lifetime.  It's funny though because I was at a party over the weekend (it's rare I get out this much!!), and they were so anxious to make you feel welcome and comfortable.  These kids didn't really talk to us, other than the one who invited us and the super drunk straight kid who talked to anyone who would help him stand up :)  Again, an interesting difference.

I wonder if it's a sign of the times, that more and more it's all about me.  I hope not.