There are still days...

That I get this incredible rush when I remember I am gay. I want to jump around and chant "I'm Gay!" "I'm Gay!" "I'm Gay!" I feel powerful and invincible and like I need to do something important! So I look around... and realize I have no idea what the hell I do next... I am not Ellen, I am not Melissa Etheridge, I am not Nicole LaFavour. So now what? A bit crestfallen I look around an realize all I really have to do is laundry... I suppose gay people have to do laundry too right? If you need me, I'll be doing laundry.