When I first met MPS, my mother tried to convince me to move in with him.
‘You would make such beautiful babies… it is such a pity’
MOTY, you see, believed that MPS was gay.
Less than a year later when we had created the first of THREE beautiful babies, she conceded she was wrong.
Growing up I had a few friends of the Adam and Steve persuasion. Some FLAMING, most just getting on with their lives like they should.
Alas, hiding their true selves lest they be judged.
Judged for loving someone. Just because they possess the same combination of X and Y chromosomes.
People are not judged for being celibate.
People are not knocked back for employment or sacked because it is discovered they like a little slap and tickle in the bedroom.
People are not (but should be) slapped and counselled for reading Fifty Shades of Grey or the Twillight Saga.
But if a boy dares to hold hands with another boy.
A girl with another girl.
There is something inherently wrong with them.
And people will TELL THEM TO THEIR FACE their opinion.
I dream for the day when it is so damn mainstream that no one feels the need to ‘come out’
It is none of your business if the chick doesn’t care for dicks.
Just like it is no ones business whether I have a swing in my bedroom or if tequila gets your motor running. Must I declare it publicly while accepting an award for a lifetime of entertaining people?
And then have people dissect every word and have the head of the Swings In The Bedroom Coalition or The Tequila Gets Me Going Popular Peoples Front issue a press release about what I SHOULD have said?
(Fuck me dead. Leave Jodie alone already. She said it, you have been begging her to, move the fuck on)
I long for a time when sexuality is irrelevant and we can judge people equally on the ridiculousness of their outfit/haircut.
I look forward to a time where…
when my daughter kisses her boyfriend,
and my other daughter kisses her girlfriend,
we all feel equally revolted because watching your kids kissing someone is just plain nasty.
Nasty. No parent needs to see that shit except at your damn wedding.