Someone sent me a link to a status somebody they knew had put out about how being gay was wrong, because they wanted me to comment on it. To, essentially, get into an argument about it.
Stuff like this happens to me from time-to-time. It probably happens to other people more.
People ask me my "opinion" about gay-related things. Sometimes they just ask me my opinion about being gay, the way you would ask someone their opinion about being tall or being Italian.
And, for some really odd reason--I don't know, maybe in the hopes of expanding consciousness--I would engage in all this. I'd respond, discuss, talk, listen, create a dialogue--and feel really good--if not exhausted--about it.
Well, no more.
I no longer have an interest in talking about being gay.
I refuse, actually, I refuse to talk about it.
Emma Thompson said this year that she was sick of having conversations about roles for women in film--rehashing all the tired old rhetoric, and I totally get it.
At a certain point, you have to say--"You know, I shouldn't have to have this argument anymore."
It's insulting that I'm expected to defend my sexuality, like it's some sort of master's thesis.
I believe I'm gay and that's okay. Allow me to cite George Michael, who said--
I don't know why it's taken me so long to realize that I shouldn't have to participate in any of this.
Don't get me wrong; I think it's great to share experiences, but when you share your experience and the response is "Well, here's my opinion about your experience--" I think we're talking about something completely different that isn't helpful or interesting or social, it's just stupid.
Every time gay marriage comes up on the news, there's always that one lone gay pundit in the corner of the screen fending off arguments from the Conservative in the top left-hand corner of the screen--fending off opinions.
And a part of me really appreciates that gay guy or woman at the bottom of the screen helping fight the good fight, but another part of me just wishes they'd say "Ugh, enough of this," take off their microphone, and walk away from the whole circus.
So yes, I'm done. I'm done discussing being gay. I'll still readily talk about gay culture, gay-oriented social situations, and other aspects of being gay, but actual homosexuality?
I'm not interested in talking about it.
Because really--what is there to talk about?
Stuff like this happens to me from time-to-time. It probably happens to other people more.
People ask me my "opinion" about gay-related things. Sometimes they just ask me my opinion about being gay, the way you would ask someone their opinion about being tall or being Italian.
And, for some really odd reason--I don't know, maybe in the hopes of expanding consciousness--I would engage in all this. I'd respond, discuss, talk, listen, create a dialogue--and feel really good--if not exhausted--about it.
Well, no more.
I no longer have an interest in talking about being gay.
I refuse, actually, I refuse to talk about it.
Emma Thompson said this year that she was sick of having conversations about roles for women in film--rehashing all the tired old rhetoric, and I totally get it.
At a certain point, you have to say--"You know, I shouldn't have to have this argument anymore."
It's insulting that I'm expected to defend my sexuality, like it's some sort of master's thesis.
I believe I'm gay and that's okay. Allow me to cite George Michael, who said--
I don't know why it's taken me so long to realize that I shouldn't have to participate in any of this.
Don't get me wrong; I think it's great to share experiences, but when you share your experience and the response is "Well, here's my opinion about your experience--" I think we're talking about something completely different that isn't helpful or interesting or social, it's just stupid.
Every time gay marriage comes up on the news, there's always that one lone gay pundit in the corner of the screen fending off arguments from the Conservative in the top left-hand corner of the screen--fending off opinions.
And a part of me really appreciates that gay guy or woman at the bottom of the screen helping fight the good fight, but another part of me just wishes they'd say "Ugh, enough of this," take off their microphone, and walk away from the whole circus.
So yes, I'm done. I'm done discussing being gay. I'll still readily talk about gay culture, gay-oriented social situations, and other aspects of being gay, but actual homosexuality?
I'm not interested in talking about it.
Because really--what is there to talk about?
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