When a heterosexual feels chlosterphobic
I recently found myself on the phone talking to a good friend of mine. She told me that she had a story for me, but that I would probably get offended. Perhaps I need to set the scene. I live in a small rural community in Northern New York, an area that is predominantly Christian, Republican, and conservative. I'm gay. You put it together.
My friend is planning a trip to NYC with her mother, brother, and his girlfriend for the month of June. Due to a conflict of dates with their tour bus company, their trip, originally scheduled for May, is now set for June 20th. Guess what June 20th is in NYC...
This day not only the date of their trip, but also the day of a Gay Pride March in the city. Instantly, I laughed, and then I was informed of her brother's reaction. Immediately, he began screaming and yelling that he was not going to be in a city with those "f***ing queers" and that none of those "faggots" were getting anywhere near him, his d*** or his @$$.
I stopped and had to think about this. Not only is this young man (he's 19 years of age) apparently insecure around homosexuals, but apparently all homosexuals like the penis (what about lesbians?). Further, not only is he insecure, but, in reality, he is saying that even though the parade will obviously be confined to a certain part of the city, there will not be enough space in all of New York City for a homosexual and himself. Prompted by this incident, I looked up some interesting facts.
Square Milage of NYC: 468.9 sq. miles (according to Wikipedia)
Attendance of a Gay Pride March: I don't have an exact number, but I'm thinking a few thousand.
Number of Alex's who hate gays and will be in NYC for one day: 1
Somehow, I think he'll be able to travel through NYC without having a "F***ing Queer" stick their d*** up his @$$...
Ironically, I always thought he was gay.
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Actually, Eryne, the parade is watched by a few hundred thousand celebrants every year in NYC. But, even so, NYC is comprised of nearly ten million people. So, this young man should be able to find pockets of opportunity that are devoid of any interest in his penis or his ass.
I remember the first time someone called me a "homo." I was in the third grade. I immediately went to the public library in my neighborhood and looked it up (I am quite "bookish"). Of course, "homo" is a prefix meaning the same. Just a few entries down the page was the word "homosexual." I immediately knew that the name caller was correct. A few years later when I was an eighth grader one of my classmates asked me if I was "gay." I responded that I was since I was blessed with an inner happiness from birth. When I came out in 1970, I learned that "gay" meant those with same-sex orientation. I then read about "The Gay Crusaders" of Stonewall the year before. It all made perfect sense to me, finally.
Whether this young man is gay or not isn't important. He needs to be taught about what matters in life. It isn't who or what you are that matters. It is what you do that matters. Perhaps, if he was taught something valuable like the importance of hard work and the virtue of understanding, he would know better than to have such a bigoted view of people. By the time someone is thirty or so, I have to say that the person's bigotry is coming from ignorance. But, at nineteen, I'm willing to give a person the benefit of the doubt and assume that he wasn't raised by people who thought it important to teach him better. Maybe, in time, he will learn. I hope that he will.
Sucks to be him I guess.