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I tossed and turned for a while in bed last night, thinking
about what a misfit I am. How I don’t seem to fit neatly into any cultural
corner: I’m eyed with suspicion by my gay friends when I profess to be a born
again Christian. I’m eyed with suspicion by Christian friends when I
confess to enjoying the company of my gay and very nonchristian friends. And sometimes I'm painfully aware that I do not belong in groups or events involving certain brands of people in pretty
packaging with plasticky smiles and platitudes dabbed on saintly lips and—that
is a good thing, actually. But it makes for a lonely existence at times.
