Tuesday, March 14, 2006
We got a little taste of Spring during the past few days here in New York. It was sunny and mild all over the city. I even got a little sun, just sitting out at a cafe for lunch! I looked at my reflection in the mirror and noticed my face was all pink. It's my first burn of the season, and I'm glad I live in a city where having a deep, dark, Summer tan isn't the first thing on everyone's mind.
Ever since I was little, I've had fair, fair skin. It burns SO EASILY! Of course, I didn't help things by staying indoors most of the time, drawing at my art desk. But growing up in the South, even if you're just a little bit fair, you'll eventually be chastised for not achieving a deep, dark, golden, crusty tan. People pride themselves on it. I was even told by a group of trendoid, Atlantan fags to "catch some rays, man!" Apparently, to some people, not having enough color on your cheeks is an offense to their eyes, and they will go out of their way to tell you. I thought all the "whitey" and Casper" nicknames ended in middle school, but apparently not. I was shocked to be told that openly, in a group of supposedly open-minded, urban peers.
I was shamed into trying out a tanning bed for the first time. I guess it wasn't so bad...and maybe people would finally shut the hell up concerning my usual, blinding white glow. But boy, what a waste of time...and money...and did I say time?! Why is it the requirements and regimes for "beauty" are so damn boring? I'm happy to say I didn't keep it up for long. I saw a little difference, but my skin just didn't "take" like other people's.
But, you know what? I no longer feel like caring. While Atlantan homos walk around, all looking the same with their golden brown, leathery skin, I can sit comfortably in New York, surrounded by so many different colors of people, no one will bat an eye. And besides, who wants skin cancer anyway?
Check out my little illo on the subject. That dude's fried!