Now, after you have recovered from your mini heart attack and cleaned your screen of the coffee you just spat all over it, read on.
This is not a confession, I am not coming out!
In the late 1800’s the word was used to describe a carefree or happy attitude. Today, however, it’s a different story altogether.
When we got home today, I told Luke that I am gay. His expression went from shock to disbelief and then blank. Ever the inquisitive one he then asked: “So how did you and my dad get me, WAIT WHAT!? Does that mean you are going to get a girlfriend?!”
I had to laugh and he was not impressed.
Why do we feel the need to label it when someone loves a person of the same sex though? Why can’t they just be left to love whoever they want? At least they have love. Two of my best friends are gay and I love them to bits. I have never looked at them differently because of who they love.
I wish we all could be gay.
With more gay the world would be a better place. Who would want to rape or murder if they were truly happy? Who would want to gossip or steal if they were truly happy?
So friends, here’s to a very gay weekend to all of you!