one of the boys

One of the boys

Last time I checked, and it was earlier this afternoon when I went to go pee, I still had a penis. Unless, it fell off as I was walking back to the haunted house—I am still, at least biologically, still considered a man/male/boy/penis-holder. Perhaps it is because I suck dick for fun and sexual pleasure, or maybe because I don’t perform my [lack of/different] masculinity , I am somehow not considered one of the men in this trip.

Last night, one of the girls wanted to make the program organizer aware of the two cliques that were being created amongst the program participants. He of course was well aware of what was happening. According to him, and the Republican in the house, people coming together is natural. I can’t say I agree or disagree, but I do get along better with people with similar ideologies, common interests, etc. The Republican added that he was just part of the “guys” in the group – the men. He mentioned most of them, leaving the two queers out, and one other guy who is sexually ambiguous.

Well why thank you. I guess I am not one of the guys. Even though, I identify as a guy/man/male/penis. It’s just disappointing that because I am not straight or act “straight,” then all of the sudden I am de-gendered and assign you a different/in-between/no gender.

This is nothing new, though. I am used to this kind of gender butchering.