Beginning to Battle

So I've just finished up my last high school play. Which is the end of high school for me, more or less. The drama department was more my family than anything but my family. Besides that, even in Conservative Christian County, our drama departments have the highest concentration of the Gay. I can count at least two being in the department at the same time, as well as at least four open supporters of equality.

But of course, even in the fabled gay sanctuary of the Theatre, there are the ignorant. Take for example, my friend and protege of sorts, Ian. Ian and I more or less shared lead positions in the play, and so we were often alone in the locker room (no green room for us) changing from one tuxedo to another for our next scene in two minutes.

Now, n high school, among hormonal, insecure boys, it is common to assert heterosexuality and masculinity by farcically acting gay to prove how comfortably straight you are. Combine that with my actual homosexuality and thus interest in the topic, and queer conversations make up a great part of my speech.

I don't know how we got on the topic this time (perhaps I was discussing my future marriage to Chris Colfer with whom, though I am not openly gay and a surprising number of people seem to have no idea that I am, I am openly in love), but we got there, and he made some sort of casual, spiteless-but-ignorantly-homophobic comment, to which I replied that I could biblically defend homosexuality. His exact reply was "I would be interested in hearing that."

We talked, and I hit all my major points, and his boiled down to "Gay sex is gross" (response: "Sex is gross") and "Gays have no religion", which I conceded is not entirely baseless (though I pointed how the Church drove us away for years. It would be much easier to lose my faith if I felt I had to give up the love our culture so tells me I need).

I didn't win. I didn't change his mind. But I've planted a seed. He's open for continued talks. I've invited a friend of mine who is LGBTQ-supportive (though I believe she yet believes gay acts to be sin) to join us. I hope we do continue to talk.

At the end, though, I asked him if he'd attend my wedding with Chris Colfer.

He said yes. He'd be 'very uncomfortable' and it would be 'weird'. But that's miles from the fire and brimstone some would hurl. It shows some level of tolerance. In Conservative Christian County, this is progress. It's a sign of accepting times.

It's a sign of hope.

Just a Nature v Nurture Musing

So I have only had one person in my life who ever was anything like a role model. Let's call him Travis. Now, Travis was a senior when I started high school. He was in drama. He was in forensics. He had a distinct style of dress.

He was fabulous.

He became a role model for me because he did everything I liked and he did them well. Years later, I used facebook to invade his privacy and I discovered he was dating. But Travis wasn't just dating any old person, no. He was dating a guy/boy/man/dude/male/not-girl.

That cool senior I looked up to as a sexually-confused freshman turned out to be gay (well, maybe bi, but in this environment, you would be very unlikely to ever act on any urge towards the same sex if you could find another way) was somehow poetic.

Here's the thing, though. I liked him chiefly because of his aptitude and love for the theatre, which I share. I also liked him for his fabulous fashion choices (I'm no fashionista, but I can appreciate). However, I liked him because we shared interests, and apparently we share a sexuality.

Now let's go to another theatre. Broadway. I couldn't find any statistics, but I think you'll agree that a lot of men in the theatre are gay, no? And musical theatre is stereotypically a gay passion, which has some basis in truth, no?

So, if all of these gay men have similar interests, does it not follow that homosexuality is somewhat genetic (which I know has been repeatedly shown, but some people refuse to see)? Aptitudes and interests are based in the genetic code, though of course they change based on how they are fostered. It seems to me, though, that if many gays love theatre, then some gay genes are also theatre genes (though, of course, not all theatre genes are gay, sad as that is).

So, yes, I did just make an entire post to present my speculation into what is more or less proven.