Just Gay Enough

It just kind of happened. Slipped out.  My wife and I were walking through some hip store on the 3rd Street Promenade a few years ago when I looked to my right, noticed something and blurted out, "Those are some really nice chenille throws." After an appropriately awkward pause when I'm sure my wife was trying to figure out who I was and why she married me but than realized that her last boyfriend had a sex change so this wasn't so bad, she turned to me and said, "Just gay enough." I took it as a compliment. After all, I grew up in a blue collar city in a blue collar family and, since moving to LA and entering the advertising field, I've had to adapt.  Become more open minded. So the fact that this statement just slipped out naturally was a sure sign of progress. Like when you've been studying Spanish for years and one day you just respond in Spanish without thinking about it. Or you dream in Spanish. So how has this all manifested itself in my new Oregon lifestyle. Today I baked chocolate chip cookies in the morning than fired up the chain saw and went outside and took down a few trees. Possibly one of the best days of my life.  Talk about balancing your masculine and feminine sides. Anyway, I think I'll go put on some flannel panties and toggle between monster trucks and 'Steel Magnolias' tonight on the tv.  Ciao.