Gay People………….People Gay
Whatever Order You Say It, They Are People
I know if I had a child, and he or she was gay, I would not be nearly as comfortable with their gayness as I am now with gayness in the abstract. It’s easy for me, being childless, to cloak the entire subject of homosexuality in the warm blanket of fairness. There is nothing more personal and private then ones sexual proclivities. And whether or not a person wear’s their sexuality on their sleeve, it still is not the fundamental aspect by which to judge them. That would be the content of their character.
Gay people put on their strap-ons one leg at a time, just like the rest of us. The gay people in my life haven’t bitten anyone in, hell, in weeks.
Back to my opening line. Why, you may ask? I had this discussion with a woman I was close to marrying and starting a family with. Our fear of having a gay child was not the invidious fear that spews forth from the religious right, the political right, the Tea Party, the conservative army that wallows in fear of most things they don’t understand.
Our concern was for the overall quality of life our gay child would have when confronted with the very real, tightly aligned opponents in our world who hate and fear gay people. This child would always be loved, accepted and taken care of, as long as they were alive, by both of us. We were clear on that. Our fear was watching as society laid burden after burden on the doorstep of our child, unnecessarily and unfairly, as they struggled with a very common aspect of humanity; being different.
I would feel like a crashing failure as a parent were I to have a gay child who didn’t feel the freedom, the love, and the automatic acceptance from me to come out of the closet. It boggles my mind, I mean literally confuses me, how any rational thinking person could ever expect, or worse, demand, that another human being deny, hide, or be ashamed of something so absolutely fundamental to the continuation of the species: their sexuality.
Wherever or with whomever you lick it or stick it, at the end of the day, who gives a fuck (pun intended)? I don’t.
What I care about, how I will judge you, has nothing to do with what’s behind your bedroom Door #3, Monty. Do you do what you say you are going to do? Do you treat others with respect until they prove to you they don’t deserve it? Are you kind to animals? Do you instinctively want to care for older people, like they do in Italy? Do you have a natural urge to protect the weak? To help repair the broken wings on your fellow man? Will you ALWAYS choose a Micro-brew over Bud Light, every time? You know, the important stuff.
Injustice is everywhere. One need not go on a walk-about to find it. Homophobia is a particular poison that is not only fixable, but eradicable. At least, I want to believe that. In my heart of hearts, I bleed for every gay person who is forced, by influences out of their own control, to feel uncomfortable in their own skin.
"When you're weary
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I'm on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down"
--Simon & Garfunkel
The battle continues.