First off I suppose I should make clear that that is not my fat hairy belly in the picture. Honestly, I thought that today’s words, which include only the very diet-friendly celery foodwise, which I tend to think of less as a vegetable and more in the category of onions and garlic and other aromatics, which are really about providing extra flavor to dishes more than standing on their own, would have spared me pictures of fattening foods. I suspect I will be the only one who was surprised that the image search results included several pictures of raw bacon. I considered using an image of a bowl of homemade cream of celery soup, but decided the husky gentleman was a better choice.
Time was when a gay man with a big hairy belly was a pariah, shunned by all of the smooth, hairless queens who seemed to have a lock on queer. These days of course, guys with hairy bellies need only call themselves “bears” and are likely to find themselves awash in admirers. Sometimes I watch Perry Mason (the old black and white tv show) and it is striking to me that except for on an occasional villain no man ever appears with any facial hair. These days mustaches and goatees are de rigueur and even men who commit no crimes sometimes have beards. Even on television.
When I stop to think about it, just in my life time we queer folk have gone from hated and shunned pariahs to mainstream social acceptance. Early next month, here in Washington state, we will vote on a ballot measure legalizing same sex marriage. The proponents are out-spending the opponents by about five to one. The measure is leading as of today, though the opposing side has reserved a huge ad buy and who knows if, having once lived in Cambridge, Massachusetts (where the first in the United States same sex marriages were celebrated) I will once again live in a place that makes history in the gay rights movement. There are no calories in this post.
My thanks to Lynn O’Connell who suggested today’s words.