Friday, June 23, 2017
So what was that secret message about the other day?
The other day, in a post, I had message about saying goodbye to three friends. Someone PM'd me and asked "Cookie, whats the deal with that third message?"
Since it sounded mean, it was. Here is the scoop and the poop:
I have had this friend from my high school days and we used to hang out together in small town, Ohio. I adored him. I wanted to be his boyfriend, but, he was very, very closeted. How closeted - he became a rabid Republican. Talk about suppressing his inner self.
Anyhow, around 2006, he lost his job in DC, and came out with a vengeance.
Peter came out of the LGBTQA birth canal guns blazing and rainbow flags flying. Everything with him was gay, Gay, GAY, So GAY GOD DAMN IT THAT I WILL NOT BE IGNORED gay.
The problem is he forgot that many of us had been out for a while, and had turned into actual people in our forties.
Not Peter. Oh, no.
Peter became the worst person that Peter could become.
Instead of finding himself a nice guy, he finds himself these old men, sleeps with them, coo's sweet things, and they pay his way. He'll admit it and see nothing wrong with it. In other words, he's become whore. Peter has slept his way to the middle.
He is "over" everything.
He hobnobs with celebrity wanna bee's and talking heads, and treats them like the are Washington Royalty.
"Of course I am a whore. We're all whores," he's been known to say. He says he's "getting back at all the Republicans" that used him politically in DC, and now he is using them in bed.
But he has also assembled quite a following of equally vapid toadies on line. Facebook is great for that. The problem is, Facebook isn't real life. Its existence. No one will ever remember him as a biting wit online, or as he was in our youth, young, good looking and genuinely funny.
Peter's problem was that he that he thinks of himself as Holly Golightly, when in fact he's really better than a Mag Whitfield. He has become an insufferable boar, and more importantly, a dick.
Our mutual friend Carol said "He reminds me of the hangers on who went to Studio 54 on someone else's arm and lived liked the ropes were dropped for him and him alone."
The straw that broke the camel's back is that he showed up at his father's house in teeny tiny town, Ohio looking as if he was arriving in Milan. According to his sister, he wasn't kind to his father, who is in late 80's and was a wonderful adopted Dad to all of us in our social group. He called his child home a dump. Two hours later he was "out of here" and left. His father was heartbroken.
When his sister asked me to find out where was up with Peter. "When Dad asked him to go pick up his prescription at Wal-Mart, Pete told him that he should have arranged for delivery. Delivery from Wal-Mart? My brother is a douche bag."
So I sent him a message, and his response to me was flip, cold, and frankly something from a stranger telling me to butt-out.
Evidently all those perfectly tailors suits that his "mentor" pays for have cut off the circulation to his head. It seems to have killed his heart years ago.
So, there comes a times in your life when you can't continue on the same path with someone. You have to cut your losses. I am tired of his drama. I am tired of his abuse of our friendship and I am tired of being associated with the creep he has become.
In the coming weeks I will be going to the Ohio's for a reunion and will stop by and see Mac and do for him what his asshole son refused to - visit with him.
Some times, the cancer can't be treated. Sometimes, you have to cut the cancer out. Peter is out of my life. I wish him well. And I wish him a long life. What comes around goes around, Pete. Remember - you are 56 and the hunter. By the time you hit 60, you'll be the old man and the hunted by the type of hangers on that you once were. Such a waste.
Pete, grow a pair. Grow up. Do something for someone because its the right thing to do, not because you want something out of it.
And THAT was what that comment was about.