The more I think of it, the more I realize I would hate to be Sigourney Weaver. Look at her Alien film legacy, not to mention Ghostbusters. Its seems to me someone so consistently tormented by those things otherworldy would wish to die a quick, painless death. If I were Sigourney Weaver, I would probably lay in a warm bath for about an hour to thin my blood, then slash the major arteries in my arms and thighs and drift into eternal sleep with the hopes of never again being faced with the certain brand of troubles that so frequently introduce thier ugly faces to her.

Thucydides was an historian (the successor of Herodotus, the father of Western history) whom documented to the best of his abilities the events of the Peloponnesian War; a war that brought the downfall of Greek society. The following is an excerpt of his work which I thought especially relevant to the purpose of Thucydides' writings--the illustration of human nature.

In reference to a plague that accompanied the numerous other hardships brought upon the Athenians during the Peloponnesian war.....

"At such a terrible time it was natural for them (the Athenians) to recall this verse, which the older people said had been sung long ago:

'A Dorian war will come,
'and with it a plague.

"People had disagreed about the wording of the verse: some said it was not, 'plague' (loimos) but, 'famine' (limos) that was foretold by the ancients; but on this occasion, naturally, the victory went to those who said, 'plague,' for people made their memory suit the current experience. Surely I think if there is another Dorian war after this one, and if a famine comes with it, it will be natural for them to recite the verse in that version."

Being gay and living in a smaller community leads you to some strange experiences with people. For such a rural area, where I live seems to have a lot of gay people.....more than it's share statistically. I suppose thats because of the University here. Who knows. Anyhow.....
The most common method of meeting fellow gays (I prefer the term, "faggots...so Ill use that from now on) is to log into a chatroom and start talking to people.

So, I never cease to be amused by the fact that I can carry on long, deep conversations with people for hours, speak to some people nearly everyday, see someone rarely, but always enjoy talking to them, and then......I dont even know these people's names. I will have extra-chatroom (thats my invention to denote, "outside the chatroom in the real world") conversations with people and references will be made to the likes of "young242wantyou," or "clemency56," or anything like that. Then, sometimes I meet these people out and about and they say, "Hi, my name is Rodney." and I wont have a clue what the fuck they are talking about. Then Rodney will say, "you know ImAMcDonaldsManager24?" and I will suddenly say, "oh yeah!" However, usually what happens is there is a somewhat akward pause.....as if we are both threatened (or maybe its just me, I dunno) by the fact that we are face to face with each other in non-neverland, where the things we say are real because we get to see the faces of each other.

What the hell other sub-culture or anything you want to call it participates in activity like this? Is there any recorded history that leads us to think great societies of the past indulged in this brand of assiduity?

Do straight people reflect our own behavior?

I will make it a mission to address this very thing the next time I meet in person someone from a chatroom. I think these very words will be the first thing I say...even before, "hello, my name is......."

If that doesnt produce the very same damn uncomfortable moment I just described above, Ill be very disappointed.