After multiple flight delays I am back from Kansas. I am generally none the worse for the wear and, for the most part, enjoyed the friendly Kansas Hospitality.
One of my co-workers brought up Brokeback Mountain at the dinner table and I have to admit that the conversation degraded rapidly into "fag" jokes and other rowdy talk. It didn't last too long, however, and with a little prodding, the topic meandered to old party memories and other slightly off color conversation.
So I have to ask myself, what is it about Brokeback Mountain and other gay-positive media that makes some straight men so very eager to prove they're not gay? It was clear the whole topic makes some straight guys uncomfortable in a way that is not duplicated when there is talk about men in other roles, races and form factors.
If you're straight you're straight, if you're not, you're not. If someone thinks you're cute, take the complement. If they think you're not, well...oh well (grin). Life would be so much simpler if people would get over their hangups.
No, the "cowboy" in the picture, was not in Kansas City. As you might have guessed by the palm trees in the background, he was dancing on a float in San Diego Pride. It just goes to show that you don't have to be in Kansas to be a friend of Dorothy.
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