So I have this friend who is gay.
He sits down and tells me this then anxiously turns away.
As if expecting some sort of reaction.

Like I'd be delighted or ashamed.
And all I can do is hug him and tell him that it's okay.
Okay?

Of course it's okay.
Man, of all the words to say, yet okay, on this day, is the only phrase I manage to weakly portray.
How brave.

He is braver than most in the world today.
Than you, or I, or anyone that thinks to be gay is just 'okay'.
Yet, I can see why he might be scared 'cause there's one, one in a group of three that says "It's Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve."

Man, those people infuriate me.
When we live in a world where sometimes it's illegal for a man to hold hands with a man.
Love is banned.

Politicians debating on what's natural and what's not.
While the third world kids, what have they got?
Not enough to survive an empovershed live, and that's natural?

With open armed churches preaching "Love thy neighbour, but not like that."
Take a step back.
That's the world he's looking at.

And what about me?
Straight guy, here, yet I've been called camp, !@$), girly, queer, I've been called them all 'cause my hair's quite fancy and I sing high notes.
Which makes me a stereotype and a pawn to insults, but I'm not insulted.

And when people ask if I'm straight or gay, I change my answer every day.
Now gay marriage is becoming legal.
Some have opened their eyes, finally accepting that gay rights are human rights.

And now my friend can be himself, no threat to mental bruises.
My friend is free to love whoever the hell he chooses.
It's not gay marriage, it's just marriage.

No horse drawn carriage.
Just two people in eternal bliss.
And if you say that it's not what your god wants, then your god doesn't know what love is.