Author's Note: Please give this a read. I don't go to school and I don't get to write much anymore. Thanks.




Discoveries, discoveries.

Today was grand. Me, Super Nanny, and an American Apparel-clad Jenny Lewis ventured off into parts unknown of San Francisco. Taking the culinary advice of an ambiguously gay food service employee, we set our sights on Chow: a mildly priced "comfort food" restaurant located on Church St., a destination quite far from our current position. Riding on the F line and approaching this highly recommended breakfast smorgasbord, the streetlight banners interchanged from Wicked advertisements to rainbows. Rainbow stars, rainbow peace signs, and rainbow obstructions materialized all around. For two lesbians and a gay guy, it really didn't take long to realize that we were somewhere over a rainbow.

ttyl Kansas.

We took our seats in quaint, little Chow and snickered with excitement at our unpredicted discovery. Everyone was gay. Everyone. Was gay. There may have been a straight couple or two in the back, but now they were the minority.

I was giddy with an delight. It was in this small restaurant, at the edge of the Castro District, in the center of the homosexual capital of the world, that I, Timothy Andrew Shundo, for the first time in my memorable life, felt normal. I now knew what it was like to be straight; to not have a constant nagging in the back of my head to be careful of what I say or how to act. To make actual contact with another guy, and to retain the contact instead of abruptly shying away. To tell him through my eyes that he had caught my attention at the corner of my eye, and for him, through this newfound Eye Language, that the attraction was mutual.

To live. Oh, to live.

We finished our magnificent meal and left. Outside was a continuation of my experience. Sure, people weren't trotting around with grins on their faces or dancing in the street, but it wouldn't take a rock [sic] scientist to point out that everyone was happy. Happy happy happy until something happened. Something composed of anger and confusion.

On our little walk back to the bus stop, a straight couple strode by. Like a mirror dropped from the second story balcony, my high was over. My thoughts flew into a fury. "What are you doing here? You don't belong here! This is my heaven, gtfo!"

For once, there was no logical reasoning behind my immediate anger, and it was at that moment when the world made a lot more sense. Prop 8 made sense. Hate crimes made sense. Not justified... just made sense.

Yeah. Today, I felt normal.