Facebook Friends

My weekend flew by. It feels like I closed my eyes on Thursday night and it’s now Monday.

Recently, a Facebook friend pointed out that our mutual FB friends were a bunch of ‘freaks.’ I loved it! I love the word freak. Though there’s often a negative connotation to the word, to me it’s a beautiful thing. It means different, special, and unique. I’d rather have a bunch of freaks as friends than ‘normal’ ones.

My FB friends range from my beloved and deeply religious mother to the fabulous transsexual Amanda Lepore. There’s a wide gap between them, but who knows, they’ve never been in the same room. Just maybe, other than having me as a mutual FB friend, they’d have something in common.

Though I’m like my mother in many ways, I lean to the side of Amanda. Throughout my whole life I’ve always felt different. And as I’ve grown older, I’ve loved this ‘different’ part of me; it’s who I am and always will be.

Though I have not personally met each of my FB friends, I’ve had the opportunity to meet most of them. In some very beautiful way, they all represent a little part of who I am. As a teenager, Mama once said, “Show me your friends and I’ll tell you whom you are.” Though I disagreed with her at the time, I agree with her now. Who I am is who my friends are. And so who are you? I want to know.

The piece here is obvious and titled “Face Fuck.’ Pardon the language, but it’s just pure silliness.

And as my beloved Golden Girls theme song goes:

Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again
Your heart is true your a pal and a confidant.

And if you through a party
Invited everyone you ever knew
You would see the biggest gift would be from me
And the card attached would say thank you for being a friend.

Thank you for listening. Have a fantastic week!