Not That There’s Anything Wrong With That
I’m not gay. Happy, yes (at the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell), but not gay. But I do sometimes think about what separates straights from gays. Besides the obvious sex thing. Because the older I get, the more I think about the feelings I have for some women.
Now, I expect some snarky comments – Oooooooo. Lucille has lesbian fantasies – but that’s not at all what this is about.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
No, what I mean is I’ve had several female friends over the years that I just love. Love. I love spending time with them; I hate it when they’re not around. I’ve even felt somewhat jealous or slighted when they prefer to spend time with someone else. Does that make me gay?
I’m pretty confident most people have these same feelings; after all, isn’t that what a bromance is? Men get all weirded out when you point this out – they take great pains to avoid any hint of gayness. But sometimes women get unnerved, too. What is so scary about admitting to loving someone who is the same sex? We love our parents, aunts, uncles, sibs. Sure, we don’t want to have sex with them (well . . . most of us don’t), so why all the angst?
It goes back to that otherness we assign to gay people. Just like we do – some of us, anyway – to Blacks, Latinos, Muslims. I think the key to fully accepting gays and lesbians throughout our society is to accept that we can love – really love – anyone. That goes for other races, other religions, other cultures.
Now, wouldn’t that be a great Christmas gift?