Joe Montoya: Part TWO

So, I know I never wanted a blog. I know I had planned to just forget about this account and let it die and such, but for some reason, I remembered my password and guessed correctly at which email account I used when I heard this news over Facebook that made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe.

Well, not quite literally. But I did laugh really hard.

And I figured that this blog would be the best place to go, especially given that the first half of this story (maybe more than half) was chronicled right here as well.

As you may remember, six-ish students from the 2009/2010 Creative Writing class took a trip to Whitewater for a creative writing thing earlier this year, myself included. As you may remember, my friend Rose had quite an adventure there with a guy named Joe Montoya. I wrote a summary of all the Joe Montoya events from that day, and, as I indicated might happen, he did indeed find Rose over Facebook and add her as a friend, even though he goes to school in Milwaukee, as it happens. Ashlee and I added him as well, being the stalkers we are. :3

However, life in "paradise" didn't go quite as planned for Rose. Despite Joe Montoya being pretty hot, having a great style, being nice, and all other things she likes-- and, hell, he was even Mexican like her-- whenever she'd try to talk to him, he'd log off, or the conversation wouldn't be all that exciting. Eventually she got so frustrated with him that she deleted him off Facebook. I did not. I may be a hot head, but I had no reason to dislike him (or reason to like him, really; he didn't talk to me either), so he stayed on my friends list, as well as Ashlee's.

Today, as I procrastinated on putting part of my story into the computer, I was on Facebook, and I happened to see his status.

"three more days of high school, which only means that i must not be straight :D"

Once I got around the awkward wording of his status, I couldn't believe it. People being gay is not a big deal to me. I know many, many gay people. I have uncles that are gay, many bisexual aunts, gay/lesbian/bisexual friends, and my own father is bisexual. At this point, I'm starting to wonder if I know more gay people than straight ones, and it doesn't bother me. I've grown up with it; to me it's more normal than someone having red hair. It's not even an oddity to me. You have to understand this; my disbelief at his status was not due to any sort of feeling of being appalled over him being gay, or denial that somebody could be gay. My general reaction was similar to if someone who dyed their hair constantly suddenly posted their true, natural hair color over Facebook. "Okay. I didn't really care a lot about that."

My stunned feeling was at the fact that a Mexican scene boy from Milwaukee (not the best combination of things to be) was announcing publically that he's gay. Is this really a good idea? Is this something that he'd actually do?

My immediate reaction was no. People in Platteville stay in the closet. Platteville is a small town with just about the optimum mindset for being different. There aren't herds of thugs roaming the streets with guns and knives that would kill you because they don't like you or what you stand for like there are in Milwaukee. I know that it's not like that everywhere in Milwaukee, but still.

Then, I looked at the comments and replies from his friends. Figuring it was a joke, I expected light-hearted remarks or a few shocked comments, but generally the feel of a joke.

No.

His friends commented things that indicated that they already knew. I kind of silently chastised myself for being surprised at it, but I proceeded to click to his profile and check to see if anything had changed.

It had. He'd even went so far as to change his "Interested in" from "Females" to "Males" and keep the "Looking for" set to "Relationship". That made it pretty clear.

Joe Montoya, the guy that had given Rose the weird cold shoulder after an interesting first meeting with her, had come out of the closet.

There's your explanation, Rose. The guy's gay.

It sounds a lot more rational typed than it did in my head, but the effect is still the same. Joe Montoya, the infamous man-beast Avi and I taunted to no end, just doesn't roll that way.

I don't gossip, usually. However, Avi and Ashlee will definately get a kick out of this. Tomorrow, I'm definately telling them. When I told Rose, she laughed even harder than I did.

And I'm probably going to tell Kies tomorrow, if she doesn't read this before then. I mostly posted this in case anybody was still using their blogs and was interested.