So Raven-Symone, the cute kid from The Cosby Show and star of Disney shows like The Cheetah Girls and That’s So Raven, came out and social media went wild. And not in a good way.
It also happened to be #NOH8 Day in support of gay marriage and equality in the United States. So I find it particularly sad in this day and age to see a reaction so hate filled and, frankly, mean.
Am I being naïve or is this strictly because being gay is about sex? We don’t see two people in love, we see two people having sex. And that sexuality is thrust in our faces. I mean, I don’t walk around saying “I’m Racheal and I’m a breeder”. I just don’t feel the need to qualify my sexual orientation they way some people qualify their Starbucks orders.
But then sex makes us as a society so uncomfortable. Look at what’s happening in Ottawa right now with the controversy over an exhibit at the Canada Science and Technology Museum. We’ll get uptight about letting our children watch love scenes, but won’t give a second thought to some of the violence they repeatedly see.
And yes, Fifty Shades of Grey, a book dubbed “mommy porn”, is circulating faster than timbits at a pee wee hockey game; but it’s something that’s hidden away and giggled over in private, just like we hid dog-eared copies of Judy Blume’s Forever when we were growing up.
Bottom line is being gay doesn’t make you weak or inferior. Neither does wearing glasses or having red hair. It’s genetically who you are.
So my question is: does it matter?
Would you think any less of the poem In Flanders Fields if I told you John McCrae was gay? Would it make his contribution any less valid?
My husband says because I grew up in a big multi-cultural city, I live in a bubble and have an unrealistic view of the world. If that bubble means I can see people for who they are and not who they sleep with, then I’m happy to stay there.