So used are we gay denizens of Hollywood to finding that our friends and acquaintances harbor left-of-center political views (or just ape those of their peers for professional advantage), that when we learn a gay friend doesn’t drink the local Kool-Aid, it’s like, well, to borrow an image familiar to residents of this town, it’s like an actor getting a major part in a feature film.
Today at the gym, I experienced just that. After my workout, I had planned only a few minutes of cardio to cool down, but started talking with a friendly acquaintance with whom I haven’t spoken in months, having primarily exchanged pleasantries in the recent past. When the topic of screenwriting came up, I mentioned I’d been too busy with my dissertation and this blog to work on my scripts. Then, after hesitating a bit before divulging the nature of the blog, I mentioned that I’d been getting a lot of writing assignments from a website (i.e., Pajamas) due in large part to the niche we’ve found–as a gay conservative website.
So excited was he to find a “fellow traveler” that he moved to the treadmill nearest mine so he could tell me of his political journey. A Hillary supporter in the Democratic primaries, he registered as a Republican after she lost. He doesn’t trust the President and reports that many of his friends, surprised to learn last fall about his support of John McCain, are coming around to his point of view.
Given his profession (he’s in the entertainment industry), he gave me permission to blog on our encounter provided I keep his identity private.
He mentioned another Republican at the gym, then I identified two others to him. It’s like we’re members of a secret society. 🙂
Just the way he describes how it is to encounter another non-leftist in this town. We make eye contact, talk in hushed voices, then hurry to find a place where we can express ourselves freely and share “war stories.”
So engaged were we in such banter that we lost track of the time. I ended up doing over 45 minutes of cool-down cardio when I had intended to do ony 15. And it wasn’t as tedious as it normally is. Not nearly. So, now I know how to work off those remaining 5-7 pounds, just find a few more conservatives at the gym to share “war stories” while I’m on a cardio machine.