![]() ![]() ![]() I’m sure that this was cultivated by my high school education, an education in which my desperately experimental teachers-desperate because all the students had disappeared from the high school the year before I attended due to an untimely riot on the campus and the school needed some method to attract students back to the school-had followed a methodology now referred to as “experimental developmental.” “Gay,” I’d say, “his wife just doesn’t know it.” “They have three children,” they would say. “Of course,” I’d reply, “and he’s also gay.”Ī description involving “male” and “loves the theater,” would elicit a response of “And he’s been with his boyfriend for how long?” And anyone who dared to tell me that some guy was “beautiful,” without any further description, would receive a bored look, a roll of my eyes, and the word “gay” out of my mouth. I would be told that a great potential date was “a terrific cook.” Then, I came to believe that there was no mystery. Don’t tell me they couldn’t find a girlfriend. What was the problem? And that friend of your roommate’s boyfriend who was a male model-inhumanly gorgeous-who always seemed to be alone. ![]() Why did that guy who was so kind, so fun to be with, and such a wonderful cook never seem to have a girlfriend? Your terrifically witty classmate from your grad school who loved the theater just couldn’t find a girl. ![]()
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