I thought I might have been an African-American Lesbian trapped inside a white man's body.

But, now I see my error. Because what I would need to be if were what I'd thought I might be, is definitely not what I am. I am not attracted to the types of women that I'd need to be attracted to, in order to be what I'd thought I could be:

I am not this, after all. (The flash generated photos on the home page convinced me.)

I suppose there is now no doubt that I must just simply be a red-blooded male who likes women. No minority status. No chance at special rights or reparations. I can enjoy my life without having to be a victim in order to enjoy it.

Woe is me.

There's probably a support group for that.

Check out your local strip club.

Boston Queer.

You'd have to be a gay man to be gay with any of them.

DAYUM!