Q2: Random musings of an autistic gay boy

So. Thursday, 20090716. 715 in the evening. The Evita cast is warming up, while Andrew, Oz and myself are in the A/V lair upstairs…waiting and chatting. Andrew picks up my lipstick, and asks “You really keep this in your bag?” (nods in affirmation). “Ya’ know, I never really took you for a normal guy.” I snort, asking “how many gay, autistic bipolar people do you know?” “You’re autistic?” “Yep: high functioning autistic.” “Are you one of those crazy bipolar people?” “On occasion.” “Ha! That’d be great, to see quiet Krenzer flip out & kick (evita/proxucers person)’s ass.” (smirks) “Sometimes I want to…”

Which begs the question: what is normal, what is truth? I generally believe in the archtypes: thief, rogue, battlemage, seeker, blah blah blah. Who defines them? Who decides which types are and are not permitted? What happens to those of us that fall outside the “normal” range?

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