Gayness Is In The Eye Of The Beholder

by Rajul Punjabi

I thought I was being silly until I voiced my concerns to my roommates and my best friend Angie, who all were very amused after checking out his facebook page. His modeling pictures were on there, and let’s just say that if gay had a picture next to it in the dictionary, one of these could be it.

“I’m glad my love life is amusing to you.” I said to Angie, cranky at this point.

“Honey, this isn’t your love life, it’s a man wearing eyeliner. He’s got eyeliner on, Rajul.” She said between guffaws.

“Ugh. I don’t understand. I asked him if he was bisexual and he said no, but that he gets that a lot.” I slumped.

Just to clarify: gay, straight, bi, fly – it’s all good to me in the game of life. I have no qualms about anyone’s sexual orientation or life choices. With all the hate in the world, I’m happy if anyone loves anyone else. However, I do not want to date a gay man. Not even a gayish straight man.