Of all the personalities in the history of mankind and
womankind such as the arts, science, politics, athletics, and some
miscellaneous criminal miscreants that qualify for membership in our GLBTQ
community – the one I find “most gayest” is my intimate acquaintance with a
very classic “closet case”.
It is a story of a gay man and actually nothing out of the
ordinary. As he relates the story it all started at the age of three or four
when a little girl from next door got them naked and compared minute genitalia,
5 & 6 years old found the usual little boys discovering each others
equipment. It wasn’t until he and a close boyhood family friend discovered the
fun of mutual sexual gratification – the manual method.
As he remembers about the advent of puberty did he learn that
these little pleasures were socially unacceptable in the yes of the straight
and narrow. And so sin arrives on the scene to raise its ugly head – no pun
intended.
The reality of learning how to reconcile little pleasures and
fitting in with mainstream conventional middle class America, i.e. what boys do
with girls, getting married – boys and girls style, making the future
generation, educating the little buggers, paying for the weddings and maybe a
divorce or two. Countless birthday cards to all of the family and extended
families. Making a living which includes figuring out what he thought would
possibly be lucrative, socially acceptable – never mind not doing something he
really wanted to do – if he ever figured that one out.
Does all of this sound familiar and routine – “been there
done that”. I began to really get weary as this story droned on and on.
He discovered at some point in this drama that sometimes the closet
door slammed back and hit him square in the ass. Such were the perils of
tripping on the tight rope of life in the gay light way.
Eventually, various resolutions over which he tells me he had
no control blew the closet door off its hinges (again no pun intended).
I am happy to report to all of you who are still listening –
those who excused themselves I sympathize and understand – if I hadn’t had to
feel compelled to tell this story I’d be gone too.
Suffice it to say like so many other late bloomers, he’s
wrapped himself in a rainbow flag and is attempting to live a most gay life –
but of course in good taste, quietly, and only as wild as his advanced years
will tolerate.
Moral: like the salmon swimming upstream on its way to spawn
– life goes on and then you die with a smile on your face.
© 14 July 2014
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