College was the first time I met anyone gay. It was a fairly progressive college, but even in those years, only a few short years after Stonewall, it was very open and there were a lot of uncloseted lesbians and gays on campus.
I made friends with a number of people, but gradually I became closest with a couple of guys. At the time, they were doing the hetero normal thing, and trying to have relationships with girls. One girl that I really liked, loved my best friend, but was frustrated with him, because he always seemed a little wishy-washy about her.
Well, it turned out that he was gay. First he was bisexual, but as the years went by, he became more and more clear that that was a joke, and really, he was gay. The same thing happened with my second-best friend. So I’m sitting there, wondering why am I heterosexual, if my favorite people in the world, who I love, are gay.
At this school, it was very important to be politically correct. We all believed it, anyway. At this time, we had to make homosexuality more accepted. So, a lot of women who weren’t gay, decided to be gay. Political lesbians, they were. It was the cool thing to do, and they needed to be in solidarity with other women who were lesbians.
I had a girlfriend for my last two years. I, too, was of the belief that any sexuality should be accepted by society. I loved my best friend who was gay. In theory, I believed, that if I loved someone, I should express it physically.
One night, my friend was visiting me and my girlfriend, and we were drinking, and she started making out with me, and then with my friend, and we started getting busy, and then she backed out of the way.
So there I was, doing the politically correct thing. Ah youth. I learned that it wasn’t for me. I was just not interested in him as a lover. I loved him, but I didn’t want to make love with him.
After that, when I said I wasn’t gay, I knew it in a way that few straight men know. I knew I could love men, but sex had nothing to do with that. I could be affectionate with men, and I was secure in my manhood. I learned a lot about myself from doing that, and if I had to live it over, I would do it again. Sometimes I wish other guys could be “political gays” or even just try it, and that that would be cool in society, and no one would diss the guys who tried it as perverts.