Saturday, 15 October 2011

Cliquey Queers

The other week we had our first LGBT society meet up of the year. This basically involved a hoard of homos congregating on campus being crazy and gay, sharing awkward hellos and apparently conversations of amateur porn and derogatory gay terms. Well it breaks the ice you know.

We had a pretty good turnout, which was awesome. For the first hour or so everyone mingled (or at least attempted to) and moved around meeting all the newbies. But after a while everyone seemed to settle into some very distinguishable groups. And then in subsequent social situations, these groups pretty much continued to form.

Remember in school when there were always very particular groups of kids hanging out together? Extremely selective "clubs" with specific criteria for entrance into the clique, which didn't really mix with other groups.

There were the cool, popular kids who spent their time being tarted up with too much make-up as they looked down on everyone else. Then there were the boyish boys, who could be found either kicking footballs around (frequently whacking people like me on the head) or loitering near the aforementioned popular kids. There are, of course, the geeks. This doesn’t require much explanation, but they generally spent their time either in the library or being bullied by the popular kids. Next we have the grungy alternative folk who skulked in the corner and talked about heavy metal or something. I’m sure there are plenty more cliché, stereotypical groupings, but you get my drift.

I never really fit into any of these groups in school. I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

I’ve never really thought of the gays having their own little sub-groups. I just figured hey, we’re all LGBT, we’re all just gonna hang in one big heap. But this is not the case.

First there are the boys. They all seem to cling to their own kind and, bar a few of them, don’t massively socialise with the lesbians. I guess this is a fairly understandable merge of like-minded, dick-loving people, so obviously T and I do not fit into this group.

Next you get the “scene gays”. These are the people that, in my head, are blatantly stereotypical homos in their appearance, mannerisms, and basically everything else about them. The kind of lesbians who frequent the local gay club each possible night, know every single lesbian in town, and are ultimately knowledgeable in everything that is gay. A very cliquey crowd, sort of reminds me of those ‘cool popular kids’ in high school. We are certainly not a part of this group either.

Just like in school, huddled together were a few ‘alternative’ looking queers, each one quietly keeping to his or her self and not really looking all that interested in the flamboyant proceedings surrounding them. Definitely not a group for us.

There was even a little group of the kind of people who, in school, would have been classes as “the losers”, whatever that means. Once again, no group for T and myself.

And so now I’ve run out of groups and my ladyfriend and I have not been placed in one. I was never really part of a particular social crowd in high school, so this is nothing new. I didn’t really think this extended to the apparently intricate sub-groups of the homosexual world, but it does.

Maybe I should hack off my hair and T should chuck out those pretty flowery dresses so we’ll fit into one of these super-stereotypical sets.

- R

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