A militant homosexual is a homosexual who doesn’t think there is anything wrong with being a homosexual.   A militant homosexual activist is a homosexual who acts like there isn’t anything wrong with being a homosexual.

I had some conservative friends…once.   Not social conservatives…so they claimed.   No, no…they were all about smoking pot and live and let live…so they said.   Oh, they kept voting for crackpot right wing politicians who had no compunction about waging war on deviants Welfare Cadillac Mothers and the Dirty Fucking Hippies.   But they frowned on making a big deal out of it.   So long as they were left alone to do whatever they damn well pleased.   Heinlein kind of conservatives.   If you’ve ever read any Heinlein, you know the type.

One day the sister of the family mentioned off-handedly to me that I’d somehow become homosexual because I’d decided that all women were bitches.   I tried to tell her as politely as I could that my sexual orientation wasn’t a matter of rejection of one sex, as my attraction to my own.   Desire I said, wasn’t disdain by a different name.   I was drawn to males, not repulsed by females.   I Liked women.   Just not that way.   I don’t think she ever got that.   Point of fact, I said, when I figured myself out in my teen years, I was able to relate more comfortably to women. The pressure to date against my nature was very disturbing.   It made me angry and frustrated. I hated the whole thing. Then I finally came to a place where I could acknowledge that I was a homosexual, that I liked guys and that was okay, and the pressure was off and I could relax. It took a very great weight off my shoulders. But that didn’t seem to compute with her.   Or any of them.

One day while pontificating about gay activists…I forget now what the specific issue of the day was…she averred that I was better than them because I was a “discrete” homosexual.   I laughed, and told her I wasn’t discrete, I was Single.   It’s easy to be discrete about your love life I said, when you don’t have one.   I don’t think she ever got that either.

Time passes…the universe expands…and a bunch of people who only knew me casually found out what a militant homosexual I apparently was when my web site, and Facebook, made it possible for them to see my writings about my concerns social and political.   And what I saw was it came as a shock to some that I really didn’t think there was anything wrong with me.   That I would actually vote and act and behave like Those Other People, that I really believed I deserved the same chances for love and happiness and contentment as everyone else.   It felt as though I were being called a traitor somehow.   Oh…you were one of Those people all along…

Yes.   I was.   I am a human being.   I have the same needs as any of you.   Couldn’t you see that?