One Foot In The Mainstream

I feel like I have learned more in the last six months than I have in most of the rest of my life.

The advancements I’ve made in terms of self identity, my sexuality and sexual preferences, and education on GLBT rights and politics have been massive.

Now that I feel like I’m getting a better grip on who I am I’m beginning to worry about something new though – have I become so absorbed in the lesbian and fetish scenes that I’m losing my grip on reality?  What is reality?  Is reality the mainstream?  I don’t watch tv, and I’m phasing out radio too.  I don’t read magazines, but I do keep up with the news.  I don’t go to straight clubs anymore, and I’m falling out of touch with my old straight friends while I take on queer and fetish friends by the truckload.  Am I losing touch with what goes on in the world?  And if I am, is that a bad thing?

People at work think I’m a bit of an oddball.  So does my family.  Actually, I think there are members of my family who are worried about me because they can see how far out of the mainstream I’ve gotten.  Throw on top of that the fact that I smoke weed and cigarettes, drink apparently above average (something I just learned at a doctor’s visit yesterday), and use other drugs recreationally on my weekends, and you can see why someone like, say, my mother would be concerned about me.

I’m going to be moving again, and I already found a new roommate.  We’re moving back to the Drive (Vancouver’s multicultural and lesbian neighbourhood) for October 1st.  I’m hiring movers again, because I fuckin’ hate moving shit and I hate having to track down a friend with a van or truck big enough for my queen size bed.  I have yet to tell my family and they’re going to be upset, but at least I’m giving them almost two and a half month’s notice.