The Gays

No I don't call them in that manner. I call them friends. And yes they're guys all right, guys who are very much in tune with their sensitive side. And I don't care one hoot if they ask to borrow my shoes either. Or anything else. And to a rough, rugged man, it will be always a mystery as to, how can I go ga-ga over men whose object of affection are men? In truth what is affection? Well it's certainly not sex. It's most certainly love. It's an emotion, a feeling and a sentiment, a growing fondness, a friendship over and above reason. It's love all over. Who says love has got to have sex going on? OK I know who does, but he's quite wrong. We (well not I) love our kids affectionately and dear God I hope that does not include sex. I love my pets affectionately and of course there is no sex involved although plenty of hugs to go around. It's the same between a gay man and a straight gal. We kiss, we hug, we hold hands, we do each other's hair, we talk about the latest cosmetics, we talk about our amorous lives or lack of them. We can sleep in the same bed cuddling and go to sleep without anyone of us demanding the sex. I think I could even get married to a gay man. It would be fun, we'd just have our own bedroom boundaries that's all. But imagine being dumped by the love of your life and instead of heading home alone, you know that your someone is going to be there to make tea, to listen, to puff up your hair and call you the most beautiful woman in the world. The gays? Yes I'll always love them. And if I had to start all over again, maybe I'd be on the lookout for one. One who would call me sweetheart and babe and behave as tough he meant it. Now isn't that reason enough for loving them? Yes, it sure is.