Magazine article Out

Josh Kilmer-Purcell

Magazine article Out

Josh Kilmer-Purcell

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...Let's just say I appreciate that he sometimes gives me more credit than those who parrot what they believe to be pro-gay positions. So, Jimmy, consider this column a favor returned.

A few weeks ago I met an über-liberal straight couple at a dinner party, who, after astutely identifying me as the only homosexual in attendance (plaid pants), cornered me for half an hour to flaunt their live-and-let-live philosophy. Normally I play along nicely, validating their existence, because at the end of the day I really do appreciate their voting record. I consider putting myself on display for frustrated hetero-lefties as a sort of charity work. And, with enough vodka, I can usually exercise my own c'est your vie attitude regarding the straight-butnot-narrow crowd.

But that night there was either something supercilious in their tone or too much mixer diluting my drinks. The husband vociferously and long-windedly assured me of his righteous outrage towards all the antisame-sex marriage amendments around the country because, after all, "we were all born to love whomever we love." Of course this was followed by a quick peck on the check by his equally enlightened wife. They'd checked off the final box on the hetero-sexual-homosexual peace treaty. I should've headed to the bar for a refill, but instead I said, "I'm not really sure I was born gay."

They glared at me in a manner that I'm sure Clarence Thomas has grown quite used to. I'd challenged their number 1 gay scoring point by firmly putting my foot down in the decidedly uncampy camp of the Ted Haggards, James Dobsons, Jerry Falwells, and Fred Phelpses. In their eyes, I'd morphed into the Aunt Tom of the gay world.

I'd put forth the proposition that rather than emerging from the womb in full flair, instead I'd somewhere along the line given into all the temptations that faggotry has to offer. Personally, I think I can pinpoint it as the moment that I donned my mother's wig in a high chair.

Why would I challenge such a deeply held homo homily? Because, honestly, I really have no idea how I got to this illustrious pinnacle of queerdom. And furthermore, I don't care.

I rarely even think about the fact that I'm gay (granted, that's perhaps the one luxury I can afford living in New York). In fact, the only time I ever have to give it much thought is when I'm cornered by heterosexuals with the best of liberal intentionsthose who vote with me based on nothing more than what they consider my triumphant victory of managing to be birthed. …

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