I saw a story just this morning on Medium, written by a straight/cis man who was trying to be supportive.
I certainly give him props for that.
Then I came to a sentence in which he stated that people need to be accepting of the “LGBT lifestyle.”
No! No! No!
There is no such animal. Just doesn’t exist.
We LGBTQ people exist. We’re real. We’re fully human, ordinary but minority variants of humans.
Accept us. Not some ephemeral lifestyle.
We come in all shapes and sizes, all personality types, and in uncountable varieties of lifestyles.
To talk about an LGBTQ lifestyle, as if such a thing existed, is to talk about nothing at all.
Zero communication happens.
The phrase is devoid of meaning.
Well, it’s devoid of meaning except in one sense.
It’s a code word homophobic bigots use when they wish to express their disapproval that we actually dare to have sex with one another.
As if we need or even desire their permission or approval.
We don’t. We are every bit as human as they are, and every bit as moral as they are, and every bit as beautifully sexual as they are.
Whence the idea, anyway, that sexual intimacy defines a lifestyle?