No, I’m not. Although throughout my life people have always thought I was. Why? Probably because I like to act, sing, I’ve always had more girl friends than guy friends and I’m not afraid to share my feelings.
The whole inspiration for this post was a comment made on facebook by an old college buddy. He, who will remain nameless, (although all you have to do is check out my timeline to find out) joked that after reading my “Love, Actually” post he was going to take a six month hiatus from my blog.
While I’m sure my buddy is joking, it’s still interesting that in today’s world–a world where same-sex marriage is now legal in New York State–there’s something “wrong” with a man who expresses interest in anything other than sports and boobs.
As a young man I remember several times where I let the questions others had about my sexuality creep into my own head. I have a vivid recollection of being in a movie theatre in Florida watching “Ready to Wear”, it came out in 1994. There is a rather long scene (or it seemed long to a 12-year-old) of extended female nudity at the end of the film and I found myself not only not “aroused” but actually kind of repulsed. I left the theatre and followed my father into the bathroom. He noticed I looked upset and asked me what was wrong. I told him how I was feeling and he assured me that it was completely normal.
Looking back on the situation all these years later I have a couple of questions. First, what were my parents doing letting a 12-year-old go see a movie with nudity? Clearly I wasn’t raised by Republicans (love you Mom and Dad). And second, what was it that made me, a 12-year-old who hadn’t even hit puberty, concerned that I was gay?
I don’t think I really have an answer. What I do know is that I’m the same person now I was then; just with less hair.