Not sure why this one says “gay rodeo” and not rodeo.  Perhaps I have a wee bit of a tendency to define myself that way.  But it’s nice that I finally have a self-definition that makes me happy.

It beats “my life is a depressive radioactive rodeo with alcoholic tendencies.”

But there are a lot of similarities between my life and a rodeo.  There are extended periods of boredom and being in bed by ten, and then a brief sporting even where I inevitably hurt myself.  And of course after the excitement (and the injury) there are the clowns.  My life has to have clowns whether real or merely in my head.