Homosexuality
Tuesday, February 18, 2014 8:01 AM
It's time for me to take a certain member of this to board to school. You know who you are. It's time for you to grow thicker skin. It's time for you to understand the realities of homosexuality.
About 10 years ago, a younger cousin of mine who was in high school came out of the closet to me. I was the first family member he ever confessed his true sexuality to. I know why he chose me. I'm a misfit, a trouble maker, a law breaker, and someone who marches to the beat of his own drummer. My cousin coming out changed not just his life but mine.
I was brought up in a very Catholic, very machismo oriented family. Homosexuality was taboo. Now, here is my cousin baring his soul to me. He's vulnerable. He's alone. He needs more than tolerance. He needs acceptance. Would I be able to do that? Yes, I could.
Was it easy? No. Did I not have second thoughts? Yes, I did. But my cousin needed me. I was there for him. I learned a lot about myself because of him. I went beyond merely tolerating something that I was brought up to hate to accepting him, his lifestyle, and his boyfriend.
Not too long after he came out of the closet, I got a promotion but it was in the Hollywood area. If you're not from California then you might not know the difference between San Bernardino and Hollywood but my Cali peeps and ex-pats know.
I spent a year and a half working in homosexual households. Once again, this experience taught me a lot about myself. I also learned that when homosexuals move into shitty neighborhoods, they make them better. Property values increase. The aesthetic of the neighborhood increases. Places like Echo Park, Silverlake, and Los Feliz become hip and happening places to stay at.
I also spent many Saturdays working in Palm Springs(another well known homosexual haven). I've had more conversations, been in closer proximity, and have been in more homosexual homes than most non-homosexuals ever have been.
I don't have shit to prove to you, Alucard. If you wanna get mad at me, so be it. While you were getting your pretty, pink panties in a bunch over one F-Bomb on Sunday morning, my homosexual cousin and his boyfriend were helping me clean up my place after Saturday nights dinner party. Oh yeah, I told my cousin that he washes dishes like a fag. His reply-Do you still need a booster seat to look over the steering wheel(I'm short). I laughed, I didn't whine.
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