No, My Straight Friends, You Don’t Know Me Like That!

A straight person can’t possibly know a queer person the way a queer person knows a queer person.

Rand Bishop
Prism & Pen

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“But, we get you, Rand,” my straight friend persists, in defense of folks in this small, coastal town. We understand you!”

Her voice has the tone of a child pleading with her adored father, imploring him not to travel halfway around the world to take on the mountain he’s always longed to climb. She’s feeling abandoned, while he’s simply answering the call of a primal urge.

But, she’s not a child. Nor am I her father. She, to be clear, is a couple of years my senior. And, I reached senior citizenship status some years ago.

I’ve just informed her of my plans. My proposed move is still three months away. She, however, is already expressing distress.

Her reaction tells me that, as far as she’s concerned, my decision reflects negatively on her. And, if it’s not about her alone, she assumes it’s motivated by some bitterness I’ve been feeling about this town and the people who live here.

I’m doing this in the hopes of filling what has been, for too long, a gaping hole in my soul.

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Rand Bishop
Prism & Pen

Bishop's latest book, the semi-autobiographical novel, Long Way Out, is available in e- and print editions through most major online booksellers.