Saturday, October 08, 2011

Sometimes My Life Is Gay Pagan Algebra

Today is Houston's official Pagan Pride Day, involving various events and celebrations at a funky downtown venue. Although receiving several sincere and much-appreciated invites, I chose not to attend, mainly because I knew who else would be showing up:

1 - This guy I briefly dated. Let's call him GPA.

2 - This other guy (GPB) who I've never actually dated, but whom I've slept with a few times. No big thing at face value, except GPB was in a relationship with GPA for several months, and he's not aware that GPA and I even know each other, much less that we've held hands and had some... shall we say, enlightening discussions about him. Also, while GPA understands that GPB and I are technically friends, he doesn't know that GPB and I have thrown down, nor does he know that back when they were together, GPB made a couple of... unfortunate comments about him.

3 - Two hundred innocent Pagans who would accidentally get mown down in the ensuing crossfire.

After reviewing the overall equation, I decided my interests were best met by staying home and watching horror movies on cable. Because, y'know, less bloodshed that way.


Brother Christopher said...

I think you are just inventing an excuse not to go, cause the real reason is that if you see one more person with fairy wings calling themselves wiccan and thier name is Titania Dandelionpuff, you are going to throw up, probably all over them.

Pallas Renatus said...

For some reason I just imagined you as Neo in The Matrix, dodging flying gay pagans instead of bullets. Good times.

Chase said...

I can see the headlines now..."Man murders 300 at local NeoPagan gathering; found rocking in a corner by police chanting "Can't sleep, Fluffies will eat me""