Well, I guess it goes without saying that I am back in school. Which,
really, can be either a good thing or a bad thing, depending on how you
look at it. Explication:
Good thing: Weekends.
Bad thing: Um, well, everything else.
Well, okay, maybe not everything. Besides weekends, there is one other
"trend," as it were, that I have noticed this year, and this
trend is indeed quite good. To discuss this trend, let me first take you
back to the very beginning of the school year. (Note: Being "taken
back" makes about the same sound as the beginning of a Hollywood
dream sequence, but not quite. It’s more like Beethoven’s Fifth played
backwards. So anyway
)
The first day of school, I was pretty nervous to be going back. Not
because I was worried about my classes (as I already said, I don’t have
any). Instead, I was nervous because I had changed a lot over the summer—some
would say that I had become "gayer," but I prefer to think that
I became more comfortable with just being myself. Needless to say, I was
concerned with how the new, gayer [sic] me would be received by my
classmates, who, in past times, had not been particularly receptive to the
message, "It’s okay to be gay."
So what do I do? I show up the first day dressed flamboyantly and
wearing a rainbow bracelet. Talk about reverse psychology! And what
happened was, well, nothing. Sort of surprising. What happened was—nothing.
Absolutely no one said anything, or gave me a funny look, or snickered, or
sniggered, or anything. I was just another student.
I thought that maybe it was just a fluke. So I let some time pass.
Days. Still no negative feedback for the new, queerer Adam.
Then weeks.
Now more than a month of school has gone by, and still nothing bad has
happened. During this time, I have come out to numerous people, talked
about guys in the presence of straight people, and so forth. Another
friend of mine, a guy, came out to everyone, and even he received only
minimal antipathy. The worst thing that happened to him was that someone
scribed "fuget" into his locker. That’s right, "fuget."
He misspelled it. As they say in the Blair Witch Project, "Rednecks
aren’t that smart." And it’s true. So we made it into a running
joke—"You fuget!" and so forth—and that was the end of it.
The conclusion I’m beginning to come to is that people, of my
generation particularly, don’t really care any more about homosexuality.
Which is not to say that they don’t necessarily take sides for or
against. They just don’t care enough to be vehement about it, the
consensus being that every individual must have control over how he/she
lives his/her life.
The other day, I was reading a column in Spin magazine—an interview
with David Bowie about his new album—and in it Bowie made the comment
that the actor who portrayed his likeness in Velvet Underground was cute.
The comment, in and of itself, was not particularly surprising coming from
David Bowie, who is the token bisexual and inventor of glam rock. What was
surprising was that no remark was made upon this by the interviewer. In
other words, the statement was considered unremarkable enough to even
merit a comment. In previous years, David Bowie was at the center of a
massive controversy regarding sexual orientation, and would have been
reminded of such a throw-away for years to come. Now Spin magazine, a
publication which helps to define pop culture, doesn’t even feel that
bisexuality is worth noting.
This trend, I feel, is very closely related to the grass-roots trend
which I noticed at my school. And it’s a trend I find comforting. It
seems to suggest that all of the work that has been done for decades to
achieve equality and acceptance for homosexuals is finally starting to pay
off. One can only hope, and suspect, that as more people change their tune
from "Don’t Tell Mama" to "I’m Free to Decide" it
will continue to spread until it is no longer a trend, but a given.