I’m training myself to say “romantic orientation” instead of “sexual orientation.” Conservatives triggered this by promoting their no-homosexuals-just-homosexual-conduct lie. I’m still aggravated that Janice Shaw Crouse (and others) say I don’t need to act on my “vulnerablity” to homosexuality, and they can free me from “the bondage of sinful behavior.”
See, I act on this vulnerability all the time. Seriously, I am so gay. When I bought Will chocolate cheesecake because he got some really bad news? That was gay. And apparently sinful.
When Will and I put together a new closet system so there was more room for his stuff? That was gay, too. And apparently sinful.
Last year, on the AIDS/Lifecycle (a 7-day fundraising bike trip from San Francisco to LA), when I called Will at the end of each day to let him know I’d made it safe to camp? That was pretty damn gay. And apparently sinful.
And when I was searching for him at closing ceremonies, clumping around on tired legs with cleats on my feet, and he saw me and started walking toward me, and then began running without even knowing he was running, and grabbed me and buried his face so hard against my neck that I didn’t know how he could breathe, and gave me ten seconds of my life that I will never, ever forget? That was so gay.
And apparently sinful.
I bet when Janice and her phobic colleagues talk about homosexual conduct, they imagine nothing more than same-sex sex. But I do gay things all the time, and only some of them involve sex. Most are romantic.
That’s my gay romantic orientation.