I've always had my toes tipped in various subcultures without
   ever joining; I actually enjoy this position now; I've become a
   fan of various subcultures; an outsider champion - in a sense; a
   translator for the "rest of the world" (whatever that is). I'm
   "the outsider that 'gets it'" - and it's a place I enjoy now,
   although for years I always wondered, "Why can't I find where I
   fit in?"* But for me, I fit in inbetween things; sort of like
   glue, or maybe teflon... I've been on a search for "my people"
   (that is, this imaginary group of people that exists, somewhere,
   that holds my values and I hold theirs) since, gosh, elementary
   school. But now I realize my "group" is probably the "floaters"
   - heck, I don't have a good name for it.* The people that exist
   inbetween worlds; perpetually at a crossroads in life; always
   fighting against "something"; fighting against some social force
   that says "conform or be exterminated or shunned" - and not
   WANTING to conform because that means a loss of identity. Some
   of the people that make sense to me are the trailblazers who
   plunge ahead while others laugh; and some are those whose
   idealism is nearly beaten down into submission yet they continue
   to fight, knowing that if they continue long enough, the truth
   will prevail. I dunno... I'm waxing poetic unnecessarily; the
   best of my friends have always been online; I have and have had
   'real life' friends; but honesty, my online friends have always
   been the best.* It's only been a few times that I've had "real
   life" conversations that come anywhere close to what I can get
   online far more easily; and they were usually strangers on a bus
   or train, or involved excessive amounts of beer or some other
   thing to get uptight ppl loose enough to listen to my drivel and
   sort of 'get it'. Yeah.* I'm sure there's a name for it; I don't
   know what it is.* Groucho Marx had a great quote, "I wouldn't
   join any club that wanted me as a member" and man that's true.