i remember the day i found out: my parents sat me down, and said they had something important to tell me. i was terrified: had someone died? it seemed serious. and then they told me: your uncle is gay. i was upset, but only because they kept it from me for so long, as if i wasn't mature enough to handle that information! i wailed. but other than that, i was like what's the big deal? but to some people, it was a big deal. some people in the family thought that if their children hung out with a homosexual, it might in fact rub off on them. this horrified me...not that it might rub off, but that people in my family could possibly hold so much closed-mindedness, resentment and bigotry in their hearts. luckily, my folks were open and accepting people, as was i. to me, a twelve-year-old wishing she was eighteen, my uncle was the coolest guy on the planet. i worshiped him completely, and the fact that he was gay only made him more awesome. it also explained why he was so anomalous to the rest of the family: too hip to be square, fashionable to a T, drop jaw handsome, sassy as a toy terrier, and smart as a whip; he was my dream uncle. he exposed me to my first george michael, madonna, janet jackson, and lots of other fabulous music. and frankly, i wished everyone was that cool. and if being cool meant being gay, well then, i wished everyone was gay.
today, i would like to congratulate the gay community for another victory towards political and social equality. i'm sorry its taking so long, but justice will eventually come to pass. finally, finally, finally, the rest of the world is starting to evolve.