Nothing strange about that, and the fact that I’m marrying my lovely, adorable, supportive partner of 15 years and the fact that he, too, is a bloke…well…nothing unusual about that either, not in today’s “liberated” times.
Except that, to me, it actually is not just unusual, but weird.
You see, I’m a product of my background and age and I simply can’t imagine me as a young, gay boy, looking forward, seeing an older me getting married. I simply wouldn’t be able to process the concept. I wouldn’t have the intellectual, emotional or moral vocabulary to even begin to think about the idea.
Nowadays, I’m a very happy gay man. I make no apologies, I take no prisoners. Mock my sexuality to my face and and I’ll kick you in the balls and knock your teeth…
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