
Thursday, December 15, 2016
A Fancy Kind of Marriage
There seems to be a professional football team called the Bulls. Recently a friend emailed me a video clip of a half time diversion where a couple is legitimately married in front of the roaring crowd. This is evidently a custom of some standing, but in this instance the couple was two gay males, a first. My friend who sent if on said she teared up it was so moving to her. My reaction was so otherwise I have to ask myself, well, what? Let me think. So here we are in the middle of a football game. I never played football, nor did I ever care for rough body contact sports, so I have no identification with the setting for this wedding. Football players in my thoughts are overbearing, overweight males, a kind of guy who owns the world, the kind who sits on the machines in the gym reading emails and hogging the equipment (Granted I am such a pussy that I cannot bring myself to ask some one of these lunks to get up and move off) The two gays coming together for this ceremony were slim waisted, thin chested, good looking in the direction of chiseled fine featured bordering on the feminine, in other words gay males, quite the opposite of the standard football player who would definitely make the bed creak if he were involved in the action (I speak from experience.) Surrounding this ceremony were the cheerleaders who seemed to come out of something like Sporters. I am no real judge of these things, but I understand why football players who must impact physically with one another want to be over built physically but the same necessity does not fall on those cheering them on, and I felt oppressed by so much cleavage, such extravagant mammary glands on the part of the costumed women who surrounded the happy couple , not to mention a large man decked out as a rooster. It just seemed so, oh I don't know, so aggressively butch, that is, heterosexual. For these two slim hipped males tying the knot, somehow so inappropriate. Am I betraying my age? A nancy boy from days, no, decades gone by? I guess so.
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