Wrestling is So Gay!

So yesterday I was at the Pride parade. I got to eat funnel cake, I made a stop at the Proud Voices spoken word tent and had a couple of beers at the Alternaqueer stage, which I love. Something occurred to me when I turned on the TV tonight. The TV was tuned to WWE Raw. I'm amazed by how much pro wrestlers look like participants in a gay pride parade. They're out there being all macho, etc. but they're wearing speedos and really short pink shorts. They get waxed and shave their legs. They're wrestling covered in baby oil. Wrestling is so gay.

It's been a month

I've had a rough month. It started with my parents being involved in a serious car crash and moved along to me finding out I would be laid off to getting laid off unexpectedly early. I am unemployed and looking for work. This is not meant to be a case of 'poor me.' I've been unemployed before and know I will make it through all of this, one way or another. I know I am good enough to do plenty of things for some lucky future employer. But the perils of unemployment are a lot to bear. Not having money isn't even the worst part. The feeling that sometimes comes over us of "WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!" when we can't find a job is worse. We sometimes sit there praying the phone will ring for an interview or offer.

The most important thing is to never give up faith or hope because the second you do this, it's like being trapped in a whirlpool while hanging on to a bar and then letting go. Once you let go, you've let go. Always stay strong and believe you'll be able to get by. This is how you hang on and not let go, no matter how tired your arms are feeling.