Shedding my Cocoon

So I feel like I’m totally getting better at not coming off as such an arrogant asshole. 

I know, from that you read her normally, you would think that I’d be this totally approachable person, but this is definitely not the case.  Many, many people have slipped past my “friend” radar, because I apparently give off a “don’t fuck with me queen” kinda vibe.

 

This really isn’t a new revelation, at least not a recent one.  Right about when I started to date Mark, I was having a fed up with my society movement within myself.  After several failures with other men, I had gotten to a point where I didn’t really want to deal with any gay men.  Already, the majority of my friends are women, lesbians, or straights.  I know a couple of fags, but the majority of “my people” really stereotype themselves beyond my competency.  Therefore, the current situation came about.

The result of this was a definite closing of my cocoon, so to speak.  I began to pay less and less attention to anyone other than people I already knew when out and about.  And while this may not be the best path for personal growth, the decision was necessary at the time, and after a year of acting in this fashion, I’m beginning to unravel again.

 

Mind you, I have no plans of playing around on Mark, its not that.  Its more of an opening up to people.  Last night was a great experience for me in retrospect.  Mark obviously moved back to Gainesville, so Erin and I met some friends out at Metro to BS and watch a drag show (a favorite past time of mine).  Met some friends of friends, and had a good time with people who I largely didn’t know. 

So now I focus on continuing this growth process.  I’m sure it will be weird, but getting past my need to shut people out will eventually phase out, and I’ll be the social butterfly that I once was. 

Heres Hoping.

 

Chad-o-wick!