Purple Triangle Blocks

The Art of fitting in or Not...



I'm old enough to remember wooden educational blocks we were given as kids. Similar to their colorful counter part/building blocks except these had a higher mission. Their mission; to test your IQ of sorts. Squares, triangles and circles that had to be put or hammered into their matching oracles. 
When my son was born it was a tricolored hexagonal plastic sphere, blue, red and yellow with colorful shapes that again had to be put into their appropriate holes. Look at me here passing the fitting in torch of sorts. 
Everywhere I look it seems it's always about fitting in or not...

I was(am) the purple triangular block that was supposed to go into the triangular opening but my life was more like putting that block through the round hole where it would get stuck or the square one whereas it would slip through not feeling right. Lucky for me there was no star shape...

Bottom line; I don't feel till this day(49 years of life in 2012) that I fit in a particular category with anything or anybody.
Recently I filled out a profile on yet another Gay oriented dating/chat web site - Why, because I don't know. Maybe I do but...? Just maybe I don't! Lets just sum it up to the need for inclusion.

Again the categories, Top, Bottom Versatile, Masc. Fem. Daddy, Otter, Bear, Polar bear, Boy toy, Twink... We all have our preferences to a certain degree but when do they become such ugly innuendo's like "Fetish"? Seems dirty but not the sexy dirty because here we go again with categorizing!

What if like the song by I believe it was Whitney Houston "I'm every woman" - I'm a little bit of this but more of that but still versatile in this; sort of like a recipe without the measuring instruments...Would you get me? Then again would I get me?(Redundant) Ya, I would!

There was a children's Christmas cartoon when I was a kid and it was about misfit toys that would end up on an island of misfits where Rudolph the red nosed reindeer soon ended up too after alot of bullying from his fellow reindeer. I actually connected somewhat with them. At first I was filled with sadness for them but in my mind turned it around to them being happy together in their world. Then I realized it was again a category in itself...

Where do you go when you feel like a misfit, how did this come about. I've often joked that I am waiting for the mother ship to take me home to my planet of like aliens. There we are, but aren't; we don't even consider fitting in or not, we just is!

I'm so lonely in this business they call a life, it would be a good time to go home.

Can't say I didn't give it a try - and don't tell me I didn't try hard enough!

I'm done.  

Not sure what came first, me the loner or me becoming a loner because I'm not what I feel they want me to be. Maybe because of this grouping thing I subconsciously feel like I am limiting myself somewhat. Stay tuned.