Homosexuals Are Weird

Love is the answer.

I know they’re weird because A) I dated several (yes, SEVERAL) gay men and women and B) I was pretty certain at one point in my life that I’d rather Kiss A Girl. College was fun, did plenty of women in the college daze. Working a strip club was not so fun. I discovered that I did like the guys better than the gals and relegated myself to the tag of “bi-sexual”. Meaning I’d have sex with just about anyone, but I’d only have a LTR with a man. Turns out one of the best LTRs I had in my youth was with a GAY man! *gasp*
I should have known something was up. He was so fun to shop with, brushed his teeth (why the hell don’t you men brush your teeth every day? At least once?) and refused to have sex with me on the terms it wasn’t right in the eyes of God. His God and my God were different. But wow, did we love each other. Passionately. The last time I spoke with him he said, “You were perfect. If you had a penis, we’d still be together.” I don’t doubt this. I say this to my BFF all the time. Several people have presumed that she and I have been lovers because we’re so damn close. We love with a solid, unconditional sort of love, but it stops there. We’ve laughed and talked about how others have viewed our relationship, but she doesn’t “do it” for me and I know I don’t “do it” for her. And to the best of my knowledge, she’s never been with a woman sexually anyway.

It’s obvious I’m weird too. I am learning to celebrate my weird. It’s taken me about forty years to get here. In grade school they mocked me, “Weirdo! You’re a freak!” I never knew what to say because they were right. I just didn’t subscribe to the belief it was something to be ashamed of.

Now that my weird and queer friends can be legally married to each other in my beautiful state of Washington, I’ve been building a new website for the last few days for my BFF and I to perform the “Happily Ever After” realm of vows. For all of 2013 we’re going to perform wedding ceremonies at no cost to same sex couples who want to seal the deal, if they decide to have their wedding here in Port Townsend. I’m intensely delighted that the “powers that be” have decided to make this possible. It’s about fucking time.

I’ll have the “reveal” of the site in a few days. [update: HERE!]
In the meantime, I’ll ponder the reasons people have been so afraid to let weirdos marry.
It’s a mystery to me.
Never understood the fear.
What do you think?