About

Hi. Me llamo Erika. I took Spanish for four years and this is all I know. That and ‘Donde esta el bano?’. So, really, I’m all set.

Thanks for stopping by Be Gay About It. Funny story. The name Be Gay About It first came to me in an enlightened moment with a Yugoslavian skydiver. As clever as it is, it wasn’t always the name of this blog. Nope. It took a nudge from my Irish birthday twin to convince me to rechristen it Be Gay About It. Logic follows that if my Irish birthday twin told me to streak through Times Square, I’d do it because Be Gay About It is the truer moniker for what happens here.

A little about me. I’m an INTJ or, in the language of personality tests, an Introverted-Intuitive-Thinking-Judging person. Basically, I spend way too much time in my head, I’m practically clairvoyant, and I’m clinically anal-retentive. That is why I look like this 90% of the time.

While I write about family and growth moments, I’m writing more and more about politics and equality, particularly as it relates to LGBT issues. In my early 2os, the bright idea struck me that I might be gay. If you’re curious to know what that was like, go here. In my head and with my loved ones, I forget sometimes that I am gay. It’s only in my interactions with the outer world that I’m reminded of my gayness. Hence, the writing about politics and equality.

My partner (a.k.a. my lobster), Jenn, is the best person I know. We met in 2004 and I’m convinced that, without her, my life would still be a Kandinsky. With her, thank God, it’s more like a Rothko. The funny thing about this metaphor is that I fall asleep in art museums. Isn’t Jenn pretty?

In conclusion, I like being gay. I also like dry humor, skydiving, and books. I do not like local news.

My aim with Be Gay About It is three-fold: a) to invite you to share in the  significant life events here at la casa de lobster, 2) to shed a personal light on the LGBT headlines that sneak across the scroll of your favorite cable news show, and d) to flaunt it, baby! to demystify what it means to be gay (read: YAWN! normal).

All that said, welcome to BGAI. Mi casa es su casa and the bathroom’s down the hall. Leave a note on the mirror if you wish and, please, for the love of rainbows and U-Hauls, put the seat down when you’re done.