How can a young person stay on the path of purity?
By living according to your word.
Psalms 119:9 (NIV)
I never liked California. Now granted, I had never been there, but still, all of the stereotypes and details that floated their way to the East Coast just sounded awful. I look my best when most clothed – from argyle sweater to argyle socks and thick corduroys between. Of course I would be afraid of a state known for its perma-summer weather, where shorts and t-shirts were required. Additionally, I had heard:
- Everyone is super vapid.
- It’s all about the “industry,” meaning the entertainment industry.
- The traffic is just the worst.
- Everyone looks “pretty,” and no one is real.
- Behind Las Vegas, it is the most appropriate modern equivalent to Sodom and Gomorrah.
Oh, and more than anything, California – particularly Los Angeles and San Francisco – was “super gay.” Now, recall that my first venture into a gay bar left little to write home about; that is a good thing for a person expecting the most debauchery-filled worst. So, yes, I was looking forward to seeing what a truly gay-friendly culture looked like, and no, I never publicly admitted that minor excitement to a single person. It was fear. I was far more comfortable looking on from afar in judgment, on my manly, handcrafted pedestal.
I arrived just as the sun dipped below the horizon, and my brother suggested a quick turn around his apartment and heading out and about.
And the fearful stereotypes were certainly out and about that night…
- A drunk lesbian offered to buy me a new “actually good” shirt.
- Most everyone I met was an actor, apparently trying to corner the “gay best friend” market.
- Ugh. The traffic was just the worst.
- Many of the guys wore make up – not theatrical “drag” make up, but actual “cover my flaws” make up.
- While I didn’t get the whole “Sodom and Gomorrah” vibe, a few chanting Christians with awful signs sure as hell seemed convinced of it.
Yep so it turned out, California was super gay. And I started to worry that I had been birthed into the wrong culture.
Some alternative observations tomorrow…