Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Happy Acting

114. One of the many hidden talents that you have is acting. You can be anything in front of an audience. I think you even won best actor for a skit once too. If I could remember correctly we have had so many skits and plays, and constant reporting, in our college days that it would be hard not to get over any sort of stage fright. Amidst a myriad of skits, one stood out simply because it was quite painful for me to watch. You played a homosexual cross-dresser and wore a dress and wig to amuse the crowd. It was a brave thing to do because you were willing to put yourself in a normally hateful situation. At least you weren't alone, there was another guy with you playing along. Every one had a great laugh while I squirmed in my seat, smiling yet gritting my teeth. I wonder if anyone noticed. You are after all a people-pleaser. After it was over, you kept teasing me because my skin still crawled at the sight of the gay version of you. You challenged me, what if I actually became gay in real life? What are you going to do about it? Even at high school you've been given a gay role once or twice, against your will. But what if you actually became gay? The first thing I'd probably do is arrange the most romantic date ever, wearing a drop-dead red dress and kiss you with all the passion of my being. Maybe do something even more drastic to drain that gayness right out of you and claim you again as my own. Cue evil laughter. Yea, that's never going to happen.   

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