I walk into the room.
The crowd engrossed in the performance.
Atmosphere perfect before my invasion.
with the gay
jokes that weren’t really
jokes but they can
pretend because there was no one to receive the
stares, to leave everyone on the edge of their seats,
now they are all willing me to
give a cue that it was
okay to call a friend
because he couldn’t shoot a
3-pointer or climb that rope in gym class.
That it’s okay to say that
lesbians are great
only when they let you watch,
bisexuals are awesome
only when they let you join,
trans people are tolerable
as long as they explain themselves,
their sex life,
and where they go to the bathroom,
but those gay males…
they’re okay too, right?
You don’t want to sound
They’re fine as long as they stay far away from you.
I don’t smile.
I feel those stares getting less patient.
They were no longer
willing me to smile but
willing me to
Because I was the
only one in the way of their laughter.
This was supposed to be a fun night,
now they have to watch out for my feelings.
My over sensitivity.
The comedian continues his act.
I get up and head to the bathroom.
The room lets out a synchronized sigh of
great relief before
erupting in laughter.
This time the comedian explained
how his wife never wants to have
sex anymore because she’s been spending
too much time with her
best friend doing
at least it gets him out of
suffering through chick flicks.
knowing that my first
started by spending