Second rate citizens everywhere, do not worry, you can be reality and you can be TV too! But you can not be a-list at the same time. You seem to perfectly fall into that poem by Frank O'Hara called "The Bores."
Now, if there was an a-list gay, and also one that would perfectly confuse such an idiotic category, Frank O'Hara would fill my bill: friend with the whole generation of Abstract Expressionists and the New York School, curator of the MOMA, constantly involved in the creme de la creme of New York artistic circles, and one of the great poets of the 20th century, let's have some of his wit, so "The Bores":
Detraction is their game./Like parrots, they caw forth/the ennui of the last time/that was theirs, and always/will be, empty. Unaware of what/is, or what is moving forward,/with their sharp wings over/their eyes and tongue on palate/and beak on seat, they take each/singular event for someone's/dear convention. Use an eraser/to take notes for their article./The difficult is foreign and/the simple is vulgar, to them./They entertain each other.
Now, if there was an a-list gay, and also one that would perfectly confuse such an idiotic category, Frank O'Hara would fill my bill: friend with the whole generation of Abstract Expressionists and the New York School, curator of the MOMA, constantly involved in the creme de la creme of New York artistic circles, and one of the great poets of the 20th century, let's have some of his wit, so "The Bores":
Detraction is their game./Like parrots, they caw forth/the ennui of the last time/that was theirs, and always/will be, empty. Unaware of what/is, or what is moving forward,/with their sharp wings over/their eyes and tongue on palate/and beak on seat, they take each/singular event for someone's/dear convention. Use an eraser/to take notes for their article./The difficult is foreign and/the simple is vulgar, to them./They entertain each other.