Mar 30, 2007
Femme, femme, femme (and Debbie)
The other weekend Michael came into town to see the Bangles (a band I've always hated for some inexplicable reason).
Anyway, continuing the theme (?) of woman-power (?) we took a trip to see the
exhibit at NOMA, titled Femme, Femme, Femme. It's a collection of paintings from various French museums, all of women. It was really nicely done, I thought. The paintings were all of minor quality, but that's what made them all the more interesting I think.
The night before we went to the exhibit (again supporting the woman theme?) we had dinner with Debbie, and we spent some time in the quarter with her.
She's in a state...umm...let me leave it at that.
But that night Michael commented to her that he thought she needed a "role model," someone to look up to. At first, I didn't really agree, but upon retrospection I think he might have a point.
I couldn't think of any specific role models I have for my life myself, but there are individual role models for various aspects of life that I suppose I have.
I wish I could say my parents are, but as much as I love them, I wouldn't. Most of my role models, if you can call them that, are friends.
I wish I had grown up with a role model, actually. I think that's one of the problems with gay men, we often don't have role models at all. We have to sort of invent this thing as we go along.
So I'm just curious, who (if anyone) is your role model?