I just woke up from a dream in which I wore my “Gay? Fine By Me” t-shirt to a sporting event (basketball, I think) in some midwestern city (possibly St. Louis - basically I think this was a re-enactment of the MVC tournament, with some twist that I can’t quite recall), whereupon I got into a passionate argument in a stadium bar with a homophobe (I remember him citing Andy Dick as an example of how gay people need to “get out of his face”… why is my subconscious thinking about Andy Dick?!?), only to find that about 75% of the patrons were on his side, and I was sort of shouted out of the bar. Later, a friendly, liberal-looking girl saw my shirt and my wedding ring, and congratulated me with this knowing smile on her face, clearly assuming that I was a gay person who had gotten married. I think she said something like “That’s so cute” (which, if I was gay, would be a little condescending, wouldn’t it?).
The strange thing was, I hadn’t intended to wear the shirt to the stadium at all, and certainly not as some kind of political statement. I had put it on earlier in the day not intending to wear it out (this is actually true — I changed from the white t-shirt that I wore to work into my “Gay?” shirt yesterday evening before eating dinner, so I wouldn’t risk spilling anything on my white t-shirt, and as a result, I am still wearing the “Gay?” shirt right now, as I type out this post — so that real-life event was obviously the basis for the dream) and then had somehow ended up unexpectedly going to this sporting event, but forgot to change my shirt beforehand. Somewhat disappointingly, in the dream I ended up buying a Bradley Sweet 16 t-shirt from a concession stand to cover it up, because I just didn’t want to deal anymore with all the trouble that the “Gay?” shirt was causing. Am I really that easy to intimidate? Was this dream a South Park-like metaphor for the importance of sticking up for free speech and stating your opinions in the face of fear? Heh. Matt and Trey are inside my head!!! AAAHH!!! :) But hey, at least I verbally smacked down that guy in the bar…
The dream ended with my realizing that I couldn’t remember what section of the stadium I was supposed to be sitting in, and Becky had my ticket, so I had no idea how I was going to find her. That crisis, however, was resolved by my alarm clock going off.
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Categories: My Life, Gay Issues
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April 13th, 2006 at 8:12:55 am
Ah! It’s normal to be confussed about one’s sexuality ;O)
April 13th, 2006 at 8:14:25 am
Heh. I suppose I asked for that by posting this…
April 13th, 2006 at 9:22:43 am
Yes, Brendan, inside you is a raging liberal, waiting to find the right circumstances to come out of the closet.
:-)
April 13th, 2006 at 9:24:31 am
Andy Dick made it into your dreams!
stupified look crosses my face.
April 13th, 2006 at 9:30:05 am
I am impressed by the Bradley t-shirt, frankly.
April 13th, 2006 at 11:02:09 am
It was a cool shirt!! It was red, and had a cool design. I want one in real life. :)
April 13th, 2006 at 11:29:17 am
That dream obviously signifies that you are in love with your mother and are trying to replace her with a fat, hairy, homophobe with a large penis.
April 13th, 2006 at 12:27:15 pm
Sadly, the liberal inside Brendan in his dreams appears to have been replaced by the explicit homophobic action of putting on a Gay-supportive t-shirt so that his normal t-shirt wouldn’t get dirty ! So his white t-shirt is worthy of being kept clean whereas the Gay-supportive one doesn’t matter …
VERY Freudian !
(grin)
April 13th, 2006 at 12:48:10 pm
Heh.
I know you’re kidding, Alasdair, but lest anyone actually take that concept seriously: the reason I’m more willing for the “Gay?” t-shirt to get dirty, instead of the white t-shirt, is because it’s orange, and thus less likely to suffer an obvious stain. Being the slob that I am, I’ve stained several white t-shirts by spilling pasta or what have you on them. So I’ve learned my lesson and generally promptly change out of my white t-shirts (which I wear underneath collared shirts at work, obviously) into a non-white, less-easily-stainable shirt when I get home. I picked the “Gay?” shirt simply because it happened to be the least white t-shirt near the top of my t-shirt drawer.
:)
April 13th, 2006 at 12:57:53 pm
Wow. Are you trying to scare away readers or lure new ones? :-P
April 13th, 2006 at 1:17:16 pm
Which part is the scariest? I’m thinking it’s the Andy Dick part. :)
Actually, I think I have an explanation for Andy Dick’s presence in my subconscious. During South Park last night, Comedy Central was running commercials for David Spade’s show, in which he satirizes Hollywood. I can’t recall if he made a specific joke making fun of Andy Dick… the only one I remember specifically was the one about Ryan Seacrest being gay, but there were others… however, either way, I definitely associate David Spade gay jokes with Andy Dick, because I’ve seen him make fun of Andy Dick along those lines many times. So I think the David Spade segment is what made me think of Andy Dick, who I otherwise waste very little mental energy thinking about. :)
April 13th, 2006 at 1:39:32 pm
brendan it’s okay, i had a bad dream last night too, i dreamt estella warren and scarlett johansen were making out and then kiera knightley came in but estella wouldn’t let her join in… stupid estella warren.