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You know the funny thing about being gay is that it's exactly like being straight, but different. On weekday mornings Betty Please and I get up, make coffee, feed our pets, pack our lunches, get our morning kisses, talk while I shower and she puts on makeup, get dressed, I nag her about the wash cloth colony that is experiencing a population explosion on our bathroom counter and why can't she put them in the hamper that's just no more than 6 steps away, we go to work, come home, make dinner, talk about our day, clean up the kitchen, watch Everybody Loves Raymond, or CSI, or Ninja Warrior...we love Lost, we have a car payment, a mortgage, insurance, and credit card bills just like everyone else. We want our love and friendship to last for our lifetime, and I believe it will. We want children, and grandchildren. We worry about the economy, and the environment, and the war. And we worry about the world we are leaving behind for the those who will follow. I could go on and on, but the point is that are just like everybody else.
It seems a simple notion, doesn't it? That we are all the same, but all different in our own ways. Yet, I don't think everyone sees things that way. I remember a few years ago, when I met my now sister-in-law for the first time, she was completely astounded that Betty Please and I were gay. She couldn't get over the fact that we were so "normal" and just like a regular couple. She was never anti-gay, or homophobic, she just hadn't ever been around a gay couple so she had some strange ideas about what we would be like.
While we are exactly the same as everyone else, there are experiences and struggles in life that are unique to being gay. But those experiences don't smack me in the face every day. Usually, it's not until someone tries to say that my relationship isn't real, or tells me that I'll never know what true married love is (my mother's words), that I remember that I'm different. It's not until someone I don't really know asks me if I'm married or single and I have a split second to decide how I think that person will react to my answer, that I remember that I'm different. It's not until Betty Please and I are out taking a walk and I want so badly to reach over and hold her hand, but I can't because I'm afraid someone might react in a violent manner, that I remember that I'm different. And it's not until I think about how I so much dread telling my parents that we are going to start trying to have a baby that we've decided to not tell them until we know for sure there is a baby well on it's way because I know that they will not be happy, and even though I know they will react negatively and I'm prepared for it, their reaction will still hurt me, that I remember that I'm different.
Every time I sit down to write my BlogHer post, I have to think about how my life is different because I am gay. It isn't always easy to come up with things to write about because I often don't feel that my life is any different. Sure I may have some different cultural reference from most straight people, but everyone has some special interest or aspect of their life from which they draw what may seem like obscure references to most.
Sasha Lotrian who blogs at Card Carrying Lesbian, writes about talking with her straight friends and they hear is gay, gay,gay, in her post Let's Pontificate On Our Gayness...All Day Long.
Today a straight friend of mine said to me, "Why do you talk about being gay all the time? It's not like I run around all day talking about how straight I am."[...]All I could say to her was, "Bull crap you don't talk about being straight all day. Every time you talk about your boyfriend, or your wedding or almost anything that has to do with your social life you're referencing a straight lifestyle. The only reason you don't have to preface it with a "straight label" is because we live in a straight society. Gays on the other














