the proverbial Closet a Rant by alice (alice ) Right, so this is all my mother's fault. If she'd raised me right - to be a sweet, plaint girl who understood that conformity was best - I would be a dyke now and everything would be fine. But it's not (fine), I'm not (a dyke). She taught me to be independent and find my own way. Yeah great. (Perhaps this is just that rebellious adolescent phase my Mum was hoping I would have - 10 years ago. Perhaps conformity will soon be upon me...But then, she's a self described dyke. Who only likes boys. Somehow, I think I'm straight) So it's Thursday night and yesterday he left me, one of the only straight boys I have ever really wanted. My friends (that I had the good sense not to desert while he was here) say there's a dance party tomorrow and I should come. Fantastic idea - me, back on the scene. Ambigously alone I'll soon be forgiven for going all strange and being seen with a boy (a straight boy) and soon after that they'll forget that it happened at all. And then, there I'll be, out and about and I'll be wanting to chase fags again, and little baby dykes who haven't realised yet (that they're dykes) will follow me around like lost puppies. I swear it must be written somewhere on my forehead: 'Pick me! I'm safe. I'll say no, and you won't have to face it yet, and when you eventually do I'll even hold your hand and explain things to you.' And then there I'll be, right back in the closet (the straight closet that is). Bloody fantastic idea...let's go out! Created on Thu, 9 Oct 1997 and last modified on Fri, 27 Feb 1998.

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