Best and Worst Parts of Being Gay

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In an interview recently I was asked to describe the best and the worst parts of being gay. This came as a quite unexpected question under the given circumstances: I hoped we were all past that.

Immediately, I filled with fear and tears. Not only was I being asked to describe joy and pain, I had to put off my own lingering shame issues to do it. Worse, I had to do it on camera and felt an immediate Christian obligation to offer some kind of hope to the viewer. I suited up emotionally with a prayer and my deepest breath in years. "Dear God, help me to not completely fuck this up! Please speak through me!"

The camera rolled.

My immediate response to both questions, to my surprise, was the same answer- my rambling went something like this:

The best and worst part of being gay is the culture.

Gay culture has a bad image with every shallow gym-bunny-coke-snorting-techno-listening-popper-sniffing-queer out there. Many of them are truly less deep than the 8-ball up their nose. And it just keeps getting worse: Enter crystal-meth amphetamine and publicity. A few years ago, while baby-sitting eight and nine year old boys, they liked to watch Will&Grace. They thought the gay ONE was funny. This is my point exactly.

However, this is the same culture that will defend you to the bitter end. You can place an 85 year-old Judy- listening-chicken hawk-nasty-bitter-old-queen right next to a 15 year-old twink in a rainbow g-string, and it would appear they have nothing in common. The very common family ground they stand on is that they both know the pain, the shame, the anxiety, the fear (need I continue) of at one time having to verbalize to this assumedly straight world that they are the antithesis: they both like...

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...e countless years of pain involved in coming out, suicides, broken families, all simply because a person has to muster the guts to find the words to say ?I think I might be into guys?? There is no love there. The real sin is being without love. Perfect love casts out fear. I see no kingdom of heaven in someone gay being exiled, Except for the truth and justice found in the courage of that scared person to open his mouth and be honest. That is the truth. That is where mercy lives.

And with this the cameraman put down the camera. He had a tear in his eye. ?I was looking more for a one sentence answer, but thank you. My brother is gay. I think I get it now?

I smiled with an uncertainty of having not given him what he wanted. He gathered up his camera and turned to go ask the same question to the other cast members. Their answers were short, and silly.

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