First, and definitely not defensively, I am neither gay nor bi, as I always try to make clear here. That way, if any guy does foolishly admire me I will not lead him on if I can help it. I hopefully do so out of utmost respect, and admiration.
I would like to explain at least partly why. Well partly apart from the fact that my parents brought me up to respect all people of all sexualities and skin tones (no race! one human race!).
A long time ago when I was interning in Washington D.C. I took a job at a flower shop as a delivery 'boy' to ear some extra cash (illegally I may add ;-)
The owner and all the staff were gay men. They took me in (so to speak) and I can tell you, and may, many very funny stories about my time there.
To begin however I have a sad tale to tell. It was back when AIDS/HIV was first emerging. The owner asked me to deliver some flowers to a friend of his and the team..I asked why they were not taking them, and he told me that the man was sick and none of them could bear to see him that way...I said I would do it...maybe I should have said no..he said he wouldn't mind if I did.
I arrived at the house and was let in...I had a huge bunch of gorgeous flowers in my arms.
There in an armchair was a skeleton of a man...with sores on his face... there were some family around him...all quiet..I said the flowers were from Mark, Ben, Steve and the team. A woman, I think his mother thanked me and them.
The man looked like something out of Alice In Wonderland...I mean miniature shrunk in a huge chair...
I took the flowers over to him, placed them beside him on a table, and looked him in the eyes and said that the guys sent their love. I placed my hand on his shoulder for a moment, and could see in his eyes he was very close to death. I smiled as best I could with as much empathy as I could...
I departed quietly.
When I got back in the van I wept a while.
So.............................................................................................................................
I would like to explain at least partly why. Well partly apart from the fact that my parents brought me up to respect all people of all sexualities and skin tones (no race! one human race!).
A long time ago when I was interning in Washington D.C. I took a job at a flower shop as a delivery 'boy' to ear some extra cash (illegally I may add ;-)
The owner and all the staff were gay men. They took me in (so to speak) and I can tell you, and may, many very funny stories about my time there.
To begin however I have a sad tale to tell. It was back when AIDS/HIV was first emerging. The owner asked me to deliver some flowers to a friend of his and the team..I asked why they were not taking them, and he told me that the man was sick and none of them could bear to see him that way...I said I would do it...maybe I should have said no..he said he wouldn't mind if I did.
I arrived at the house and was let in...I had a huge bunch of gorgeous flowers in my arms.
There in an armchair was a skeleton of a man...with sores on his face... there were some family around him...all quiet..I said the flowers were from Mark, Ben, Steve and the team. A woman, I think his mother thanked me and them.
The man looked like something out of Alice In Wonderland...I mean miniature shrunk in a huge chair...
I took the flowers over to him, placed them beside him on a table, and looked him in the eyes and said that the guys sent their love. I placed my hand on his shoulder for a moment, and could see in his eyes he was very close to death. I smiled as best I could with as much empathy as I could...
I departed quietly.
When I got back in the van I wept a while.
So.............................................................................................................................