2005-12-01 - 10:28 p.m.
I wish I'd known it was World AIDS Day this morning.
Look, I'm no hardcore gay rights ally... I am an ally, but not a hardcore. I'm at the Y this morning, working out. As usual, I'm just trying to ignore my fellow denizens. My least favorite woman of them all, the one who talks the most, the one I try not to even look at is there in all her four foot long braided glory.
My piece-of-crap MP3 player is out of juice, so I'm watching Good Morning, America and I can't really help but listen (my machine is about two feet from the TV).
Carson from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy comes on to promote his new children's book about some fucking donkey. I don't really care, to be honest. I know who he is because he's the clothing guy and the funny one... the two things that made him stand out in the two episodes that I ever saw.
Diane Sawyer starts asking him questions and he begins to say, "Well, what the book is really about is how it's okay to be different."
Well, idiot-braid woman begins yelling, "Oh no it's not. Not like that, that's a sin. I can feel the devil in the room right now. I rebuke that. No, no, no."
She was so loud and obnoxious.
Once she started to quiet down I nearly turned around, got off the elliptical and said, "No one asked you."
I didn't, mainly because I was 3 min from finishing and didn't want to leave early.
She's a nutcase and it's not like anyone would take her seriously, but it was one more experience that made me hate working out at the YMCA.
And, now that I think about it, I suppose I wasn't much of an ally this morning.
P.S. I've budgeted next year to join a real gym, where there will be young, attractive girls who make me want to work out present, but I realized something last week: I can't join a new gym until where I figure out where I am going to live next! I need to know that first, and then I can decide where to move gyms. But I'm stuck with the stupid North Philly Y until I know where I want to go.
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