Nothing to Fear Except Fear Itself
An attractive couple strolls along the banks of the river Seine in Paris holding hands, stopping to kiss in the evening sun.
They take in a movie, laugh, dine al fresco, go home, make passionate love and next morning they get engaged underneath the Eiffel Tower.
They marry six months later and within three years they have two children, a house, car and dog. Nice story, isn’t it?
The couple I’ve been describing are two men. Two friends of mine.
For some people, that story suddenly switched from being nice to something sinister or uncomfortable. But it’s still the same story.
In London, gay couples hold hands and sometimes kiss while walking around town.
Ask yourself, what’s your reaction to that? Are you excited? Fine.
Are you amused? Fine.
Are you offended? If, so, ask yourself why.
What about two men making love? Are you disgusted, by the idea? If so, why?
Is it the anatomy?
Morgan Freeman recently re-tweeted the quote: “I hate the word homophobia. You’re not scared. You’re an asshole.”
Racism has retreated to the point where the US President is black. One day the US president will be gay.
I like to imagine (and sure, accuse me of stereotyping) that when that day comes the world will become a more peaceful place, with less nuclear bombs and global warming and just about the same amount of gay sex.
Who’s afraid of a little ‘Vagina on’ vagina Woolf…?