I've Always Loved The Rock's Thighs...

I am in love. I have been fortunate enough to have found love with an amazing human being who, as cliche as it sounds, challenges, inspires me, and brings more joy to my life than I ever imagined. While my feeling of love is traditional, I suppose my falling in love and being engaged to another man is not so traditional. Despite this, my gayness is not new to anyone who has known me, family members, friends, past teachers, etc... everyone has known I have had a little sugar in my tank. I've known it since I was a young teenager and may have possibly touched myself in bad places while watching the Rock's carmel colored tree trunk thighs on WWE from time to time. (not confirming it happened, just saying it's a possibility). The point of this story is, despite the billboard of gayness I may have worn on my book bag through high school, college, and then adulthood...I suppose for a father who always dreamt that maybe his son would be The Rock instead of drooling over the Rock, having his fiancee over for Thanksgiving Dinner may be more than you can handle. Apparently, this was indeed true for my father who had no intention of breaking bread with my fiancee and passing the cranberry sauce into his eager hands on Turkey Day. Instead all of his disdain and anger and embarrassment over his son's decision to choose to be "gay" came roaring to the surface on the following days before the holiday. The anxiety of having his only son, in the presence with family, actually at the dinner table with his partner/male lover was just to much to ask. I felt like a teenager again seeking acceptance. It hurt, but I knew what I had to do. While he did not come right out and not invite us, it was clear that he did not want us there as a package deal. So, I did the only self-respecting thing I could do, I un-invited myself from that dinner and every other dinner for the foreseeable future. I was no longer seeking acceptance as I did as the scared 15 year old, as a grown man I was now demanding it. Everyone knew I loved the Rock's thighs, my gayness was old news, for everyone, including my father. From my father's perspective, the engagement part is what made it real. I am love and even more so after learning that my father has been trying to hide his disgust at the life I have built with another man. I also remain in lust with The Rock and those thighs. MMMM! Somethings simply will not change - everyone will have to accept it. Take it or leave it, family or no family.