Straight Stalkers

I think about homosexuality. I think about the issues involved in me being gay, and the issues involved in ensuring no one discovers I’m gay before I want them to. I think about gay news stories. I think about lesbians in the media, lesbian singers, and lesbian actresses. But then, I’m allowed to – I’m gay.

Some people think I may be mildly obsessed with my sexuality, it’s a part of me, lets not forget that. And it’s a part I have struggled to understand, and which I am proud of.

But when others are totally obsessed with homosexuality, I pause. Call me selfish (I’m sure other people do), but surely when you are in a long term relationship with someone of the opposite sex, you are bound to be able to think of something more exciting to talk about, something more relevant to your life than homosexuals.

It is nothing short of fascination, and it’s a little scary. I am all for acceptance and integration, but what seems to be to be obsession isn’t really the answer. I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t think they were scorning differences. But to be honest they don’t really make themselves entirely clear.

I can see where the celebrities are coming from. Not that being gay makes you a list, but having people probe your personal life and habits is greatly unnerving.
Can I file for a restraining order on heterosexuals?