One of my favourite things about this incredibly lucky country that we live in, is that everyone is entitled to their own opinion.
So in the interest of free speech, I’d like to try and explain to you why there is absolutely no reason to be afraid of gay people and how stupid it is to want to stop them from getting married.
Dear Homophobic Stranger,
I need to confess something to you. When I was nineteen, I French-kissed a chubby Colombian boy in a doorway of an alleyway. It was quite funny, really. He said to me, in a heavy Hispanic accent, “in ten seconds, you weell get zee best keess of your life. One… Two… I can’t wait to keess these lips… Three… Four… Your eyes shine like zee moon on zee water”.
He finally got to ten (and I somehow managed to hold back my laughter and vomit), and we proceeded to have a fairly average and brief makeout session. Why am I telling you this horrible piece of over-information? Because you seem to think other people’s sex lives directly affect you.
When I was about twelve, I was telling my Mum about one of the many boys from my dancing school, and how I wanted him to marry one of the girls because they’d make a cute couple. Mum pointed out that she thought he’d grow up to be gay* (she was right, as mothers so often are).
I denied Mum’s predictions; mortified at the idea. I didn’t know any gay people. How was I supposed to act around him? How was I supposed to feel? How did this affect ME? It only took five minutes of the next dance class with him for me to realise the truth – it didn’t affect me. Not even slightly. His sexuality had as much impact on me as his chosen brand of toothpaste.