Last night I played volleyball. I used to play every Thursday night until May, when I decided that the level of play was too low for me. I'm not an Olympic player by any stretch, but it was no longer fun. However, Sylvie, my old boss, emailed me suggesting that I play last night because ex-coworkers were going to play as well. I agreed. I wanted to see what these guys were capable of.
There was little that had changed except for a few new faces. Among the new faces was a team of gay men. I have to say, up until last night, I had never played with or against an obviously gay athlete. I never thought about it; athletes just play the game. Females athletes play just like male athletes. In a sense, there is not gender, just the game. But these guys...It astonishes me how someone so flimsy, prissy and girly could play so well. It's not that they became "athletes" on the court and reverted to their queen/fag demeanour (what's the difference between a queen and a fag?) off the court. They played like extremely girly women. It's like they are proof that girliness and athleticism can mix. As long as you are not female, anyway.
