I have so nothing to say. And ample resources with which to express. A suitable medium.
Something I have noticed about my social interactions is that no one introduces me to their heterosexual women friends. I have noticed this, off and on, since adulthood began in 1990. Women enter the social scene and I evaporate.
Right now I am among friends, or am I? I feel invisible, which is normal enough for me, except that I felt existant about 20 minutes ago before this girl (whose acne makes her look to be about 19) sat next to me. I instantly disappeared. My attempts to enter the conversation were shouted down. As always, I fail to compete on volume, and the loudest humans dominate. Now this girl thinks I am sitting here alone when in fact she is surrounded and being entertained by My Friends.
I do not think anyone means anything by it. I think this is just the way men work when confronted with a reasonably attractive girl drinking alone at a bar. I do not think it is necessarily directed at me, though there have been times when it seemed the dudes were trying to keep me away from their night’s conquest.
The women I meet through friends are lesbian. Those are the only women I meet through friends. Holy Wonder Woman, Batman, I did not fully realize that until now. I guess that makes me dangerous?
That is my favorite line from “Jesus Christ, Superstar,” when the three priests, referring to Jesus, sing in unison “He is daaaaangerous.”
Does this mean I am the Messiah? Is that where this is going? It must be.
