Perfunctory Essay On Gayness


Since I recently posted an old poem of mine that uses the word "gay" I figured I should say a few words in case some you innocent youngsters out there might get the wrong idea.

You may not know it, but the word "gay' is actually an old-fashioned word of Middle English and Germanic origins.

Not so many years ago (at least to an old-timer like me), to be "gay" meant that you were generally of a cheerful or lighthearted disposition. It could also mean bright or lively, such as a colorful attire, or even a sunny room.

At some point some complete and total ass decided that it would make a funny derogatory term for homosexuals, and since then the homosexual community has not unjustly adopted the term as a sort of badge of honor (sort of like "the n-word", which as a white man I am supposedly no longer allowed to say—although admittedly that word does have much darker connotations, no pun intended).

So anyway, now whenever anybody hears the word "gay" the first thing to come to their mind is "homosexual".

Thus, through a process which was entirely our own fault, the "straight" (there's another misused word for you) community has lost themselves a perfectly good word which used to mean something very positive and cheerful for everyone.

And so it goes with languages I suppose.

However, not one to suffer such foolishness lightly, I am hereby reclaiming that word for myself and anybody else who cares to join me.

So now any time someone asks me if I am "gay", I will proudly reply that, "Yes. I am a gay heterosexual".

Now I fully realize that the the blockheaded or more ignorant folks out there will never quite be able to figure out exactly what I mean by that, but let them think whatever they will nonetheless.

Because the fact remains that I am indeed a gay heterosexual.

And do you know what?

No matter what anybody says that's perfectly ok.


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