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I love the A-list

The A-list is Gossip Girl for gays: a frothy eclair for turning the brain off. And yet, in response to some who'd analyze it, I think there's something to say for the underbelly of distorted personalities depicted. I say it's a collective call for us to get better as a community in the way we tell our stories and treat each other, now that we've got some stuff. We've had a fiery time forging our identities in a world that can be hostile. The jaw-dropping cruelty (beyond dangerous liaisons) depicted during the A-list episodes borders on farce, and yet, I'd challenge us to notice that the farce is only a smidgen heightened for dramatic effect in the circles some of us aspire to enter. The face: one of utter disdain betraying no vulnerability or hurt and the collection of humans as figurines to decorate our coffee tables and scream, "I belong here," damage more than the pin prick to keep our lips supple, taut and puckered. The other places that we are creating: Rowe, Easton Mountain, Unity, Sacred Center--these point us to the next LGBTQI revolution, our next Stonewall--forging identities that make us humble, rather than proud. I've worked in other communities that have large gay populations and it's the humility and the facing of the past damage, growing from it together, that makes me most happy to be me. Cutting someone out of a social circle is pure high school. Let's all make a plan to grow up.

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