In my own little corner . . .

OK--I need to get this admission out of the way. Not because I'm uncomfortable about it. Not because I feel the need to be honest and/or open with myself and/or anyone else who cares (and who does for the love of whomever?!?). And certainly not because anything is wrong with it. So here goes . . .

I am the gayest straight male alive.

Or at least the gayest straight male I know.

I absolutely adore musical theatre. I have great taste in and ability for interior decorating. I can design and sew my own Elizabethan (that's 16th Century England to you non-historical types) clothing. I drink white wine like it is mother's milk. I use the word "fabulous" way too often. My walls are adorned with over 100 Broadway and/or West End window cards (or posters for those of you not hip with the theater lingo). I have Dancing With The Stars at the top of my DVR priority list. I can come up with a showtune for any occasion.

Oh yeah . . . and I'm heterosexual. Not that there is anything wrong with that!

Why this admission for my first post? Well, to know me is to love my contradictions. And aren't contradictions what make life really interesting?

I have never taken offense to being thought of as homosexual (hey--in many circumstances, it has lulled women into a false sense of complacency!). But I still wonder (and am completely amused by) how, when new acquaintances discover my sexual preference, they have a hard time reconciling the fact that I'm straight with the other aspects of my life. Perhaps it's a different reason for each individual--like most things in life--and again, isn't that what makes life interesting?