Saturday, June 22, 2002

It seems that the smarter a person is, the more they hate themselves. It's like the more brain power we have, the more likely it is wasted on self-loathing. For a long time, whenever I looked at anyone, I would compare how much thinner they were than me. It was like I couldn't remove the scales from my eyes. If they were thinner, they were automatically better, smarter, hotter, happier, more whatever than me. It was such a waste of time, because I couldn't really see anyone or really know anyone, and it just made me really lonely.
We cannot really compare ourselves to others, because we are all different. We are all unique, and because of that we are all beautiful. To me, the gym body and fashionable clothes don't make the man. It is a hot mind and a conscience that turn my head. Advertising, magazines, movies, etc. all tell us that one ideal is attractive, and if you are in your right mind you should want that or want to be that. When you realize all of that is a big lie designed to make you buy more products to assuage your insecurity, then life becomes a lot easier.
There are a lot of smart queer guys out there who want nothing more than to meet someone like me: an intelligent, soulful individual with great taste and a frustration with the lack of queer images out there with which I can relate.


-- Me, channeling Margaret Cho

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