What Readers?

So far I have only found one person who said that he was interested in our blog, and he never showed up. I have read some of his stuff and, while he is intelligent and knowledgeable about a number of subjects, he is kind of set in his ways. I don't know if he would fit in here or not, and we'll never know if he never shows up. So it appears that, for the foreseeable future, it's just you and me, brother.

The values of our ancestors to which I referred were mostly about sex. I don't know about your parents, but mine didn't seem to believe in it. They must have done it at least twice to produce my sister and me, but you wouldn't know it to talk to them. While I was in the army, a good friend of my parents came up gay, and my parents had to research the subject before they could even discuss it with him. After a certain amount of denial, he agreed with them that it was a sickness and promised to "get help", but I don't think he ever did. When my mother told me about it later, she said that a smile flickered across my face, which caused her to worry that I had been part of his little circle. I assured her that I had not, which was the truth. I then told her that I had always believed that there was something strange about those guys, but I didn't know what it was. If I indeed smiled, it was probably what they call an "a-hah! moment", which was also the truth.

Truth be known, the only part of the hippie culture that ever interested me was the sex part. It was exciting for me to contemplate that there were people out there somewhere who were actually doing it instead of just talking and fantasizing about it. I might have joined up with them but, by the time I got out of the army, they were all mixed up with drugs and left wing politics. I didn't suppose they would let me in on the sex part if I didn't also embrace the drugs and politics. I had briefly tried to join the hoodlum culture back in high school because it was rumored that their girls put out for real, but I didn't want to do all the other hoodlum stuff. The hoodlum girls were not interested in me, and the hoodlum boys were down right hostile about it. I don't know why the boys were so concerned, I had never shown any interest in them, just the girls. Anyway, based on that experience, I didn't waste any time trying to join the hippies. You see, back in those days, the most important thing on my agenda was getting laid. Funny, but looking back on it now, I don't seem to remember why it was all that important, but it was.

Anyway, I don't understand why it's so important to you that we discuss this gay thing dispassionately. It seems like it should be an open and shut case, either you're for it or you're against it. I have already admitted that you guys were probably going to win this one, but that I would never approve of it regardless. It's just like with the Blacks, or Coloreds, or African Americans, or whatever they are calling them these days, you can make them equal under the law, you can even make them more than equal, but you can't make me like them. Before you get on your high horse about that one, remember that I have said before that I don't dislike all Black people, just the ones on television, the ones that riot in the streets, and the ones that are elected to be President of the United States. Truth be known, that's pretty much how I feel about White people too.