So here's the thing.
Today is National Coming Out Day.
I had a friend ("... had..." because he's now dead from AIDS) who was 'happy'.
I loved that man. (Plutonic because he wasn't interested in me. Not that way.)
He was the person who introduced me to dance and Martha Graham.
I would watch that man dance and just be happier than I thought was possible.
He was openly gay.
Never apologized for it.
Always hoped for that great love of his life.
Why write about it now?
Well I was looking to see who was reading my blog and it would seem that some Gentle Reader must think that I am 1) gay or a guy and 2) interested in porn "gymnastics"
You would be 1) wrong and 2) wrong.
Not interested and not interested.
I like sex with the opposite sex. If you knew me you'd know that I was celibate. Have been for a long time.
My friend? He told me that someday he was going to meet someone who he was in love with and hand and hand they'd go to a clinic to go get tested for AIDS and then live happily ever after.
He did get tested but he never got the happily ever after.
I don't need porn. Like my friend? I need a relationship.
And for the record, to whoever thought that I'd be interested in porn involving anything?
This isn't one of those indignant comments. It's actually a very quiet and serious reflection about my friend on National Coming Out Day and how he spent his whole life hoping for a relationship.
Sex is easy and cheap.
Love is precious. Worth more than gold.
I just don't need angry or screwed up people in my life at the moment.
I need friends who love me and will miss me when I'm gone.
I need stable, happy, and laughter.
So do you Gentle Reader who came here from that porn site.
I think that you need stable, happy, and kindness as much or more than I do.
I won't kick you out of this blog. Instead?
I hope for you a kind day?
'Cause porn is kind of sad and demeaning to people no matter what their sexual orientation.