Well, let me tell ya, this whole thing about a fella not liking other fellas who like fellas, it’s a real head-scratcher, you know? My old man, he used to say some things, bless his heart, that just didn’t make a lick of sense. He’d see two fellas holding hands on the TV and just grumble and shake his head, like they were doin’ somethin’ wrong. “That ain’t natural,” he’d say. But I always thought, “Well, who’s it hurtin’?”
What’s the Big Deal Anyway? That’s what I always wondered. Love is love, ain’t it? Whether it’s a man and a woman, two women, or two men, it don’t matter none to me. As long as they’re happy and treatin’ each other right, that’s all that counts in my book. This whole “homo- somethin’” word, I can’t even pronounce it right, it just sounds like a bunch of fancy talk to me.
- It’s like folks are scared of somethin’ they don’t understand.
- They go around pointin’ fingers and makin’ judgments, but they ain’t walkin’ in nobody else’s shoes.
- You know, it reminds me of that time old Mrs. Henderson down the road got a newfangled contraption, a “microwave” they called it.
Folks gossiped and said it was gonna blow up the whole neighborhood. Turns out, it just heated up food faster! See, people are always scared of what’s different. But different ain’t bad, it’s just different.
When a Man Changes His Mind Now, I heard tell of some fellas who get married to a gal, and then, years later, they decide they like other fellas. That must be mighty hard on the gal, I reckon. It’s like buildin’ a whole house together, brick by brick, and then one day the fella says, “Oops, wrong house.” That ain’t right, you know? It ain’t fair to just up and change your mind like that after you made promises and built a life together. But then again, life ain’t always fair, is it? Sometimes things just happen, and you gotta pick up the pieces and keep on goin’. It causes a whole heap of trouble, that’s for sure. The anger and the feeling of being lied to, it’s a heavy weight to carry. Imagine raisin’ a family with a man and thinking everything is hunky-dory, and then boom, he tells you he wants somethin’ else. Makes you wonder if anything was ever real.
Lookin’ for Signs, Like Lookin’ for Rain Some folks say there are signs, you know, little things that tell you a man might be… well, you know… inclined that way. Like if he’s too particular about his clothes or likes to watch them fancy dancin’ shows on TV. But I say, that’s just poppycock! You can’t judge a book by its cover, and you sure can’t tell what’s in a man’s heart by lookin’ at his shoes. It’s like lookin’ for signs of rain – sometimes you can feel it in the air, and sometimes it just starts pourin’ down out of nowhere. And even if you do see some “signs,” what does it matter? A man is a man, and he’s got a right to be who he is, as long as he’s treatin’ others with kindness and respect. There are all sorts of reasons a man might act a certain way, and jumpin’ to conclusions just leads to hurt feelings.
Love is Love, End of Story So, to get back to this whole “homo-phobic” thing, I just don’t get it. Why hate someone just because they love someone different? It don’t make no sense to me. We’re all just tryin’ to make our way in this world, find a little happiness, and maybe share it with someone special. Whether that someone special is a man or a woman, that’s their business, not mine. And it sure as shootin’ ain’t nobody else’s business either. Love is love, plain and simple. And if you can’t understand that, well, then maybe you’re the one with the problem, not them. I’ve seen enough in my life to know that judgin’ others just brings more pain and misery into the world. We should all be liftin’ each other up, not tearin’ each other down. If two people find happiness together, who are we to say it’s wrong? I always say, mind your own biscuits and gravy and let other folks eat their grits in peace.
Finding Help and Moving On And for those gals who find themselves in a tough spot, with a man who’s changed his mind or just ain’t who they thought he was, well, there’s help out there. There are folks who understand, who can listen and offer a shoulder to cry on. It ain’t easy, but you ain’t alone. You can pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and find your own happiness again. It might take time, but you’re strong, and you can do it. Remember that, you’re strong and you deserve to be happy. You don’t need to stay where you’re not valued. Go find your sunshine, honey, don’t let nobody dim your light.
Final words So, let’s all try to be a little more understandin’, a little more tolerant, and a little more kind. The world would be a whole lot better place if we did. And if you see two fellas holdin’ hands, just smile and keep on walkin’. It ain’t hurtin’ you none.
Tags: [Homophobia, Marriage, Divorce, Sexuality, Relationships, Acceptance, Understanding, Love, Family, Support]
