{"id":13689,"date":"2018-02-27T06:50:48","date_gmt":"2018-02-27T11:50:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=13689"},"modified":"2018-02-27T07:03:17","modified_gmt":"2018-02-27T12:03:17","slug":"social-norms-discomfort","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=13689","title":{"rendered":"Social Norms Discomfort"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Mrsplainjeans-237x300.jpg?resize=237%2C300\" alt=\"\" width=\"237\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-11937\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Mrsplainjeans.jpg?resize=237%2C300&amp;ssl=1 237w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Mrsplainjeans.jpg?resize=300%2C380&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Mrsplainjeans.jpg?resize=119%2C150&amp;ssl=1 119w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Mrsplainjeans.jpg?w=632&amp;ssl=1 632w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 237px) 100vw, 237px\" \/>I have been blogging now for over ten years, so regular readers are aware that I do not fit stereotypes (gay or straight.)  That is, I am my own man and I do not embrace or exhibit the typical behaviors of either a gay or straight man.  This blog conveys that I am my own man, comfortable in my own skin, and not comfortable when&#8230;<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\n&#8230;my roles in activities in support of organizations to which I belong and serve in a leadership capacity require that I promote things that I do not like to do and will not participate.<\/p>\n<p>Cases in point:<\/p>\n<p>* I am an officer in my local volunteer fire department.  They are planning their annual Spring fundraiser, which is a auction followed by a dinner-dance.  Funny, it is viewed (and actually enjoyed) like a retro version of a high school dance.  As an officer, I have to promote sign-ups and sell tickets.  I&#8217;ve sold more tickets than anyone else, but only because I know how to &#8220;make an offer that people can&#8217;t refuse.&#8221;  (LOL.) Most members bring a guest (wife, husband, significant other).  However, my ever-reclusive spouse will not go with me because he hates these types of things. Once again, I will be booted, suited, and serve as the auctioneer &#8212; I have been the most successful fundraiser for them in the last several years.  However, I&#8217;ve made it clear that when the band strikes up for the dancing, I&#8217;m outta there.  (<em>I really dislike dancing and always have!<\/em>)<\/p>\n<p>* I am now a primary officer in my motorcycle rider&#8217;s group.  The group gets together with 10 other groups in our state to spend a weekend at our local ocean resort. They have social gatherings &#8212; more like drinking fests &#8212; around the hotel pool in the evenings, and pay for a shuttle (i.e., &#8220;the drunk bus&#8221;) to take them to and from the beach town&#8217;s downtown for night activities. When I have been around large groups of straight people who have had their tongues loosened by alcohol, my discomfort level peaks.  I hate it.  They say things that are on their mind, including negative comments about gay men and same-sex marriage.  To avoid having to witness that behavior (and get into a fight), I won&#8217;t go to that event &#8212; even though as an officer of my group, I have to support it and promote it.<\/p>\n<p>* This same motorcycle rider&#8217;s organization is having an annual training that I will be attending in a city in another state.  I have attended this training twice before. The training is good, though somewhat contrived.  They arrange for good hospitality, including great meals.  But what they also do is throw a party on Friday night after dinner.  Again with the drinking, alcohol-loosened tongues, and loud music with a dance floor &#8212; uggghhh, not for me.  Being the ultra-morning person anyway, I&#8217;ll be in my hotel room by 2030 to go to sleep.  <\/p>\n<p>* A civic group for whom I am a life member and once served in successive roles up to a four-year term as President (now I am &#8220;aged sage&#8221; or &#8220;seasoned citizen&#8221;) met last night, and they too were brainstorming on social activities.  An idea they came up with was a wine tasting, and everyone (except me) seemed to like it.  So that&#8217;s what they will do &#8212; and will not see me there.  (Not because of the alcohol, but because I cannot drink wine. Never have been able to tolerate the stuff.)  <\/p>\n<p>I know that my reactions to these types of events that straight people seem to enjoy are atypical, but as I said at the top of this piece &#8212; I am my own man.  If I don&#8217;t like to be around people whose tongues are loosened by alcohol and they say things that they would not say when they are more socially aware and diplomatic, and if I hate to be around loud music and dancing, then I don&#8217;t have to.  <\/p>\n<p>I am not one of those gay men who likes to drink wine, dress up and dance &#8212; stereotypes always drive me nuts anyway. I&#8217;ll pull on my boots with jeans (leather or denim), flannel shirt (or t-shirt in the summer)&#8230; grab a Coke, and socialize pleasantly <em>to a point<\/em>.  It&#8217;s when the alcohol flows and dancing music blares that I leave.  Always have.  <\/p>\n<p>Life is short:  to thine own self be true.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have been blogging now for over ten years, so regular readers are aware that I do not fit stereotypes (gay or straight.) 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