Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Front Page Coming Out in Texas

Do you remember when you actually exited the closet? Have you?

Well, let’s just say that my exit (if I was ever actually in the closet) was front page news. I had almost forgotten the details of this incident and was browsing Google when I came across the article.

You can read it here: http://www.ClintThomson.com/ClintArticle.pdf

I will give you a brief outline of my coming out so that you can understand what is happening here.
  • 4th Grade - Realize I'm gay and hook up for the first time.
  • 8-10th Grade - Running several "Boy-Friends" simultaneously.
  • 10th Grade - Move to the States. (Arlington, Texas to be exact.)
  • 10th Grade - Attend Lamar High for one year.
  • 11th Grade - Transfer to Martin High.
  • 11th Grade - Confirm close friends suspicions about my orientation. Deny to everyone else.
  • 11th Grade - Participate in the above mentioned article.
  • 11th Grade - Everyone reads the Metro section (Who Knew?!)
  • 11-12th Grade - Endure absolute hell at school and actually skip most of the problem classes in favor of the mall (Dallas Galleria - 1hr drive)
  • 12th Grade - Attend night school to make up missed classes in order to graduate.
    And finally leave Martin High (Spelled H.E.L.L.)

Hope those bitches are working in Food Service now!!

Friday, February 03, 2006

Dallas Traffic Court - Eeew

Ok, so I have just had my first experience with traffic court in Dallas. JT and I showed up, filed in through metal detectors and proceeded to a poorly decorated, florescent lit room with church pews. The room reminded me of the waiting room at a greyhound bus station.

The pews were hard as rock and there was a curious urine and alcohol blended stench which appeared to be reeking from one of several individuals that were in our immediate vicinity. The man in front of us appeared to be incubating a flesh eating plague and a woman near the front appeared to be hiding some fresh facial bruises with more make-up than a rose-room drag queen.

Ruddy, disheveled and flustered traffic attorneys spoke with those defendants that had actually acquired representation. They looked like car salesman at a Ford dealership and I suspected that this would be the beginning of a very long day for them.

Our attorney was taking the case as a favor to me. She usually handles criminal cases including murder; however her partner is a good friend and insisted that we have the absolute best representation, even for a simple speeding violation.

She was perfectly attired and manicured with a charcoal dress suit and black heals. Her hair was short and styled in a neat yet sophisticated manner. She carried herself with confidence and grace to the front of the court room and placed her black briefcase on the defendant's desk.

The Judge was a seemly jovial character who enjoyed his work and was appeared quite content to sit behind the bench and hand out relatively insignificant judgments against motorists.

Today was our lucky day. The rain and imminent arrival of President Bush to Dallas kept all of the traffic officers from appearing before the court and the Judge dismissed every case for lack of witness. We waved to our lawyer and skipped merrily away from the wretched place and back to our comfortable middle income lives.