Like pretty much every writer out there, we’re all sharing some things that we’re thankful for today and hopefully every day.
Why would I be any different?
Lots of times I write about holidays and the crazy prep we do to make the event totally fabulous. Today we’re getting into sexy SUV with an appetizer and a stash of wine, picking up Peter and going to my mom’s home in a nearby town. Where we’ll gorge on family favorites and talk about which grandmother provided which recipe; how fabulous Ricky’s appetizer was; and how my sister always brings a new recipe and hasn’t had a failure in ever.
I’m thankful that is my reality.
30-35 years ago no one could have every convinced me there was a shred of possibility that could be.
Back then, the same gender attraction was totally confusing and the idea of building a white picket fence life with another guy was considered about as often as I considered vacationing on Mars.
Absolutely never entered my mind.
Yet here it is. And I am truly thankful.
In spite of the snarking and unkind remarks going back and forth, I stand by my original goal of writing TGA (besides feeding my narcissistic tendencies) and that’s to show young men and women who are just starting to figure out who they are that they can have a dream life.
And to reassure parents that having a gay child does not mean they will live a life of isolation. They can totally live the dream, with a white picket fence and greener lawn and cleaner car than anyone on the block.
Now, take a moment and go hug a homo.
Today’s Gay Agenda: Hide the South Beach diet book and go hog wild at grandma’s house.