Another one? I mean, I understand that the homosexual experience is an important, life-defining, society-defining sort of thing and therefore worthy of being written about.
And I don't have a problem with gay people, per se. I don't understand homosexuality and can't say that I think it's morally acceptable, but in the end the facts are simply:
1. There are people who are gay.
2. I don't really know any such people.
(I did have dinner with a lesbian couple once. One of the ladies looked like my grandmother, and although I found nothing to condemn, I didn't know how to answer when we parted ways and she said, "If we don't see you again here, we'll see you in heaven!")
3. Since the whole homosexual experience is so far removed from me, I can't muster much interest in it or see it as anything more than a distant and vaguely negative concept, like war or tuberculosis.
Maybe that is why I'm getting a little tired of essays about being gay, like Burl's. They tend to be repetitive and they rarely resonate except on an almost-voyeuristic level of abstract interest. And there isn't much of that, really.
Thank you Rachel, thank you. I'm ready to read something else as well.
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