Humour is an enigma. What some find funny others find offensive. What some find healing others find destructive. While in Key West I was struck with an example of such a rift. Inside a brightly lit and plastic smelling t-shirt shop I saw a shirt I will never forget. In a parody of the Trix cereal slogan, the shirt read, "Silly faggot! Dix are for chix!" It has been years since I have felt what I did after reading that shirt: pure, drilled-to-the-bone-marrow rage. I bit my tongue, for what could I do? Yell at the clerk? Even if the potbellied, balding man owned the shop what good could my comment do? Someone ordered that shirt. Someone thought it was a good idea to hang it on the wall for sale. In hindsight, maybe I should have said something, but I don't think I would have been capable. I looked at the man with an expression best summed up as grim and left the shop disgusted.
Let me make it clear that I am straight. I love females. Their design is the epitome of nature. The curves of their bodies, their delicate features, their nurturing nature: I adore it. Now, not all females are that way, but you get my point. Having said that, I now want to make it clear that I have deep sympathy for homosexuals. I know that there are some men that feel for other men the same way I feel for women and some women who feel the same way for other women. I do not care what course a person's love flows, as long as it is of legal age and human, because love is one of the beauties of life. For anyone to dictate another's love is to be a tyrant.
Our mosaic of minds is both necessary and unfortunate. After all, it is human nature to be different, but it is also human nature to be civilized.
Aug 20, 2009
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