it’s been a long time coming.
i really should have said something sooner.
but i’ve come to the realization that i can’t be silent any longer.
i have heterosexual friends. yes, i know, you’re probably surprised, but the fact remains that i’ve always known heterosexuals. in fact, my mother’s brother’s son is heterosexual. when i worked at the golf course, it was just loaded with heterosexuals. so many, in fact, you’d think i’d be one myself, just because of proximity. i know you can’t choose to be heterosexual, so what’s the big deal about it, anyway? live and let live, right?
you know, it’s like, when they say, “oh, i’m not a racist, i have black friends, after all.” so i can imagine your shock when i say i have straight friends; i don’t want you to think i’m a bigot or that i compartmentalize people by color or sexual orientation, because, you see, i have heterosexual friends, some of whom are black.
do you have them, too? i thought so.
(top image: a reprint from a georges barbier wood block, hand-colored watercolor and ink on paper. lower image, late 18th century book plate depicting a greek vase painting–gouache on vellum)