(Note: this post is a follow-up from my previous post called ‘Promming It’ – I suggest you read that first (if you haven’t already) to grasp the situation, but you could probably get away without doing so.)
So, one night this week I attended my school’s prom (or an exhibition of one thousand crap songs chosen by the pre-pubescent DJ), and, it has to be said, it wasn’t quite as horrendous as I imagined it may be. Sure, there were quite a few slapperesque outfits, and quite a number of the boys looked totally insecure wearing a suit, but there weren’t as many breaches of dignity (yes, this may well be a snobbish phrase) as I expected, and certainly the predicted orgy near the end never happened, which is great news! However, I am not going to go off on a tangent about the event in general (much to your relief!). I am simply going to report on the uplifting acceptance of diversity that occurred.
You may recall the outfit I said I’d wear (19th century period drama style) and indeed I did wear it! There have been several requests for pictures of it, so to let you know what I’m talking about, here are a couple. (I had to black out my face because the beauty of it would surely blind you. Also, my mum banned me from revealing my face on GTS, and as she pays for the internet in this house and has the power to cut my connection from the interweb, I must obey.)
So, whatcha think? Regardless of whether it makes me look dorky or super-cool, you have to admit, it’s pretty Out There! And, surprisingly enough for a back of beyond village school, I got a great reception at Prom, which is masses of points for open-mindedness and diversity in England. Of course, my friends loved it as they are embracing of my eccentric idiosyncratic ways – Megan (the loveliest and best looking girl I’ve never resented for being straight) kindly said I really looked like I’d stepped out of a period drama, so mission accomplished.
The minute I walked into the prom coach-house, I was mobbed by people I know, and even some I didn’t, telling me how great I looked and how brave I was for dressing like that and attracting all that attention (I beg to differ, I am a born extrovert), and wanting a picture of me and them wearing the top hat. Naturally, a few people made rude comments and shouted stuff at me, but I figured that opposition from ignorant gits is kinda a status symbol in some cases. All the great people in the world who tried to change things for the better got lots of opposition, so I figured it’s a mini-honour to be treated like a great, in a way . Besides, there is no reason for me to give a damn what some losers think – they can’t vote against gay marriage over here! Overall, I hadn’t expected such a refreshing attitude towards self-expression and deviation from gender norms to be exhibited that night, so rock on Wootton Upper School!
However, that is not the funniest and most subversive part of the evening. Oh no, it gets better. To further Americanize the evening, the committee decided that we were going to vote for a Prom King and Queen. This provided me with the perfect opportunity to sell myself to the masses with the idea that they should vote me Prom Queen! At first it sounded silly, me, the graceless wonder in the top hat and braces (with a working pocket watch) Prom Queen? But then people were like ‘Hell yeah! High-five for differentness!’ and ran off to vote. After the initial hour persuading people, word of the scandal spread and all evening people I’d never talked to were coming up to me telling me they’d voted for me. I think it was the combined mixture of me representing that little bit of a rebel inside most people and the thought of getting one-up on the ‘popular’ clone girls that made me such an attractive vote, rather than my actual self. As it was, I didn’t win, a predictable girl did, but only, as I hear, because each of her friends voted 20 times for her. Still, I came a close second which, considering how outwardly gay I am, is a damn good victory!