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 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 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 has much darker origins, no pun intended).

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

Thus, through a process which was entirely our own fault, the "straight" (there's another misused word for you) community has lost 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 accept such stupidities lightly, I am hereby reclaiming that word (at least for myself).

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

The stupider or more ignorant folks out there can never quite figure out what I mean by that, but let them think what they will.

The fact still remains that I am indeed a gay heterosexual.

And you know what?

That's ok.


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