Thursday, May 15, 2014

The Longest Kiss...

You see that kiss on ESPN?  If you didn’t, just turn to any media outlet and you’ll hear a maelstrom of commentary about it.  Like these ladies:        

Anyone who knows me knows that I loathe sports, so why the hell would I be watching ESPN?  But that’s all I’ve heard about for the past two days:  lots of little taglines celebrating or despising the occasion.  Talking heads walking off stage because they’re so offended.  So I’m going to concentrate my opinion into one three-syllable word:


It is disgusting how Michael Sam’s love life is suddenly in the limelight.  Disgusting how, as a culture, we idolize our celebrities and everything in their lives.  Disgusting how Michael Sam had to make a choice between coming out or allowing the media to out him.  He chose his own path, a courageous move and one that should be celebrated.  Yet somehow, the gay community has embraced his coming out as if it were their own, as if Michael Sam is more important than the no-name queer down the road whose family has disowned him.


It is disgusting that the media finds Michael Sam’s love life more important than other news:  climate change or world conflict; starving children or the growing gap between the rich and poor.  Disgusting how I can watch the news, and suddenly I’m listening to the opinions of uppity white people who take offense against something that is absolutely NONE of their business.  And that’s what it comes down to! 

It is none of our fucking business.

In my first blog post I discussed Christ’s sexuality, and how involved our culture seems to be in the bedroom of a man who lived 2,000 years ago.  As a culture we are voyeuristic.  That’s the whole reason I started a blog about sex, to point out those facts and ideas that are sometimes overlooked in the sexual spectrum.  But you will never hear me tell you you’re wrong in the sex you have.  For example, I don’t want to get pissed on, but I understand there are people who do and to them I say, “Go get em champ!”  Why?  Because it is none of my fucking business what you do in your bedroom. 

To Michael Sam I wish only good fortune in his career and love life, but that is as far as my opinion goes on the subject.  That kiss didn't dissuade me from watching football.  Never watched it in the first place, and I don’t plan on starting.  Wish I could say the same about the NEWS, which seems to have become a platform to see who can make the most bigoted comment to drum up those ratings.       

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