superbowl sunday

I have to get this out of my head before it starts taking over every single cell in my brain. Also, Mark: I warned you. Mark decided to have a Superbowl shindig this Sunday, even though he never watches sports, and asked me to write an entry about it.

Obviously, Mark is capitulating to the requests of his more dominant heterosexual life-partner, herein referred to HLP, who does watch sports, and engages in more mainstream activities expected of a straight American heterosexual male. Which isn't to say that Mark does not participate in them; he's just more of a nerding, car-bonding, video-game playing hetero male than a sports one.

However, after watching Brokeback Mountain, he clearly felt the need to reassert his masculinity, and the Superbowl became the perfect remedy. It would allow him to submit to the wishes of HLP, take full advantage of his HDTV, reclaim his status and assimilation to the expectations of a heteronormative society as a straight American male, and also subvert the societal expectations of himself as an Arab male - i.e., not blowing shit up.

Dear Mark, I love you.