So I'll keep this first one short and sweet. I have a lot of things to say and I want to say...uh right them down. It's like a blog journal if you will...the topics will be wide ranging so there will be no consistency whatsoever. I'm passionate but pessimistic but faithful but cynical but humorous but kind but...I don't know where I was going with this....anyway, let's begin....
My homophobia helped me understand racism
I remember the first time I saw two men kiss out in public. It was many years ago before LGBT became more socially acceptable. I was at the airport and there were these 2 guy with their arms around each other...I thought they were brothers. But it did seem a little strange how close they were and how long they stood there with their arm around each other. Compounding it was the fact that one guy was dressed like a business man, I thought at the time he looked like Captain America. The other guy had on a leather jacket and looked like he'd just gotten off a motorcycle. These looked like men with beautiful wives or girlfriends embracing after time apart...or that's what my stereotypical mind could perceive at that moment. Then it happened...they laughed....turned toward each other...looked in to each others eyes....and kissed. And we're not talking about your run of the mill peck, I'm talking day time soap opera kiss...and that moment was forever seared...
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