Confessions. Confusion. Connotations. Conundrums... And, Closetalk.

Whippy wants to know ten secrets about me. Now, while I have done a me-me of this sort earlier (I think it was six secrets in that one, not ten!) I haven't been able to find that post in my archives, and since it's been absolutely ages since I've done a me-me (partly because I used to get inundated with them in the early blogger days, so much so that I hated them after a point of time), I thought I'd give it a shot. Not very sure about how "secret-y" they are, though - I pretty much do spill all the beans here in the closet...

1. I love to dance. I do, I do, I do. I always did. Ask any of my friends of boyfriends. I don't care much either whether what I'm doing is the right way or the wrong way. As far as I'm concerned, it's all just about expressing that I'm likin' it! *head jerk* So, I tap my toes, move my shoulders, wiggle my body, thrust my pelvis, and then we have lift-off. MY specialties: steamy dances in the gay clubs, to which SnowWhite's Stepmum will attest to, and a peculiar motion that Irish Coffee calls the "happy jig". Hint: the "happy jig" is performed without pants on. *giggle*
   
   
2. I love "dressing up". Ummmm... yes. That means, owning clothes in fabulously weird fits and patterns. That means, having an authentic pair of black tight overalls that I wear to the gay club. That means, buying Irish caps, leather duds, a fedora, a cowboy hat, pointy shoes, cloth mojras, silver dogtags with pink pigs emblazoned on them, tee shirts with wonderfully suggestive slogans and a host of other delightful accessories that I could never do without. :)
   
   
   
   
   
3. I'm histrionic, they say. And if you want an objective opinion, check out the results of the online quiz I took ages ago. I'd like to say I've improved, but I was never very good at lying. Why do ya think I switched from PR to Academese? :) In my defence, I have to quote good ole Willy: the world's a stage, guv'nor, and all of us got a part to play, so gimme more drama, blimey!!!
   
   
4. I can actually do without Indian food for an appreciably long amount of time. Not that I don't like Indian food - much to the contrary. But the thing is, I can actually survive on burgers and fries and salads and chicken breasts and American Chinese food for a loooong time, without turning green and sickly. That comes in for a lot of perplexed looks flashed my way from the Indians here in the midwest whom I may chance to meet - and that leads on to the number 5 below.
   
   
5. I'm persona non grata in the South Asian community in my teeny midwest hamlet. I don't become "best buds" with every Indian/South Asian around me, regardless of whether or not I like the person, have anything in common with him/her, have a reason to know the person. I don't take every opportunity to yak in either Hindi or my native language, and even dream in English. I don't try to flirt with Indian/ South Asian girls (and the boys are too yucky here). I take every opportunity to head off to the "big" city where Irish Coffee lives, rather than stick around for "desi" parties in the midwestern hamlet with the rest. Ergo.
   
   
6. I'm lazy. I'm lazing right now. I'm supposed to be doing a million other things. I'm supposed to be making coffee. I'm supposed to be researching my final term paper. I'm supposed to be rehashing scores of my earlier papers for publication. But... I like to vegetate. O, and surf porn. (Which is actually a fabulous way of vegetating...)
   
   
7. I write fast. I'm doing it right now. It's my saving grace, given my many deadlines and my tendency to procrastinate and vegetate. Irish Coffee says, my typing speed is in BPS - Bullshit Per Second. :)
   
   
8. I love being gay. Is there anything really to add to this? :) And yes, this isn't really a secret, since it's pretty clear in almost every post on this blog. Yet, it's a truth. An undeniable one. And so it bears mentioning.
   
   
9. I do care about the comments. There. I said it. I do, I do, I do. I told myself at first that this blog is about catharsis, and it's about me. That part is true enough. But I'm also honest enough to realize now that no blogger is an island. The comments and feedback that every blogger receives is so frikkin' important to the whole blogging process. It's about holding a mirror forth, it's about dialogue, it's about thinking how one blog post could be interpreted in so many different ways. And yes, let's be honest, looking at that surge in numbers on google analytics does feel good! :)
   
   
10. I've often toyed with posting a picture of myself here on the closet. But I guess that defeats the idea of "the closet", doesn't it? I mean, it's not that being in the closet in the conventional gay sense is all too important for me in the my current situation, but being faceless and nameless in the blogging community does afford you certain.. privileges. And yes, part of that is you get to be catty and melt into the darkness! :) But the picture idea is always tantalizing...