Are You Gay?
Mr Boo and I have an unusally large number of gay (not happy, homosexual) friends. Whether by chance or some unholy intervention, our immediate circle of male friends are all gay. Some we knew since university days, others we knew through close friends/colleagues, and yet another group comprised of old friends who came out of the rainbow closet. And of course when gay friends introduced their boyfriends to you, they too, become our good friends. All of them clamouring to become the “fairy” god-fathers of my unfertilised and unborn child/children.
So my country is small, and the gay community in my country smaller (but thriving), so that probably explains why all my gay friends know one another. One happy coincidence saw Mr Boo’s old college friend (who came out of the closet, and shocked Mr Boo, although he claimed he suspected his sexual leanings all along), hooking up with an ex-colleague of mine. They have now been together for years, and have bought a private apartment near our home. We have become the unofficial “caretakers” of their home and fishes when both are jet-setting around the world.
Another couple, let’s call them S & J, are Mr Boo’s and mine favourite travelling partners. Thus far, we have been to Bangkok, Egypt (my favourite holiday ever!) and Bali. Because our anniversaries are quite close too (in early August), we have also been celebrating them together for the past 3 years by staying in luxury hotels in the country. They are hilariously funny and we get on famously. S is also a great shopping partner, better than many of my girlfriends actually!
Being surrounded by gay friends is like submerging oneself in a constant bitchfest party. Vicious bitches, these gay people, but they are fun, and I like to bitch too. And it is such an eye opener each time they tell me about their sex lives, their Thai boyfriends, and god knows what other titillating nonsense. They also educate me on how to satisfy Mr Boo, and I must say their tricks work too!! One of them, a closet transvestite, who used to park his female clothes. wigs and make-up at my house, also taught me some make-up secrets, and how to look really vampy (although I never really tried to vamp things up - what for right? All I need is to throw off my clothes and Mr Boo will be hmmm… UP.).
My close association with the gay fraternity has allowed me to refine my “Gaydar”, so much so that I can tell if a man on the street is gay or not. Of course, my “Gaydar” has failed me occasionally too - I thought a colleague was gay but he had a girlfriend!!! But maybe he is a closet - so I may still be right after all. But until then, I shall continue to work towards perfecting my “Gaydar”.
I must state here though that while I am religious - and according to God’s Word, homosexuality is perverted and un-natural - I do not judge my gay friends nor do I try to convert them back to the “straight road”. Ultimately, only they can answer to God. Some though might accuse my closeness with them as a sign of approving their lifestyles, and if that’s the case, I am guilty as sin. I really, truly enjoy their company, and I am confident God does not hold it against me.
So today I ask you: Are you Gay? (P.S. I have no lesbian friends, so if you are lesbian, feel free to drop me a note here!)
