The truth is, I guess I’m more comfortable than ever before after this weekend. I used to feel such a contradiction: I’m supposed to be a man, a guy, but if that was true how could I go out with someone like Lyn, and how could I go around in dresses and stuff? Well, it’s time I let go of those old ideas of masculinity. If no true man would do what I did this weekend, then I’m not a true man; and you know what? I don’t care. I like being me; and I love going out with Lyn. And if that doesn’t conform to the social norms, then the social norms can fuck off. I am who I am, and proud of it.