ALWAYS A MENSCH: Joe Biden Describes First Teenage Experience With Gay Men
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A 17-year-old Joe was driving with his father in Wilmington, Delaware when Joe got a lasting lesson in love:
“As we were stopped at the light, two men on the right — very well-dressed men, obviously, business people working for either Hercules or DuPont turned and embraced one another and kissed each other. And they went their separate ways,” he told a crowd of 1,000 Freedom to Marry supporters during a recent speech.
“I’ll never forget. I turned and looked at my dad, just looked at him. And I’ll never forget what he said. He said, Joey, they love each other. It’s simple. They love each other. It’s simple.
That’s what this has been all about from the beginning.”
We’re guessing Rick Santorum’s father imparted a slightly different message, but you can’t win ’em all, can you?
Biden ended his speech with another memorable, more recent gay kiss between footballer Abby Wambach and her wife after the US victory at the Women’s World Cup:
“With a flag in hand and her arm around her wife, giving her a kiss, that is really something.
It was just as normal as countless other times you’ve seen that happen.”
Stay classy, Joe.
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I just wanna give him a hug 
But it was also deeply impressed upon us as kids from a very early age that we had to protect LGBT family and friends.
Closets.
Same sex adults snogging on the family sofa watching television, sharing the bed in the guest room, we children were never ever to speak of things outside the home.
One of my grandmas and her sister left home to immerse themselves in Hollywood. They knew who was Gay, who was Lesbian, who was Trans, who was Bi, and they celebrated it, but quietly. Both would have enjoyed and fully supported legal LGBT marriage. They loved weddings. My great aunt married several times, Hollywood style. My aunt and her sister would have considered gay weddings fabulous,
My parents met as artists working in Hollywood and two of my siblings have adult screen credits but are now long removed from waiting tables and waiting for stardom. Both got typecast early as tough bikers, cowboy/cowgirl and surfer types. My sister was additionally typecast as the tough girl cheerleader and California lifeguard sort. Sometimes she was well paid to attend big money investor class events wearing minimal clothing where she learned to escape the dirty groping paws of drooling wealthy men, being careful not to offend them because someone was seeking them as investors.
Ultimate creepiness of the moneyed class who liked to be slapped for their gropings. It turned them on. The anonymous unobtainable woman with Welcome to the Hotel California playing in their heads.
For my sister at the time, it was just money, just another day job, to support herself as an amateur athlete and artist. Her "day job" these days is urban firefighter and paramedic, and her passion is girls soccer coach and her art.
I washed out of Hollywood as a preschooler. I didn't ever speak much and I tended to stare at "important" people as if they were interesting insects. "Important" people don't like kids who do that. More than half a century experience beyond and I'm still getting into that kind of trouble, staring at "important" men as if they are interesting insects...
My most conservative grandfather thought homosexuality was some sort of disorder, but not any kind of deal breaker. In the Second World War he wanted to fly but the Army Air Force put him to work on the ground as the handsome officer with a big black government car and enlisted driver carrying a "get out of jail free card" for misfits deemed essential to the war effort, frequently gay men.
My grandfather was later a civilian engineer for the Apollo project. He never ever talked about his military life, which I imagine involved quite a lot of spy vs. spy mischief via Spain, Italy, Russia, not to mention his U.S.A. citizen misfits. In those complicated times he somehow became a wizard of titanium.
Landing men on the moon was my grandfather's proudest achievement. Bits of metal he designed, touched, and inspected, are in the Smithsonian and on the moon.
My grandma and her sister were young friends of Ramon Novarro
My great aunt took this picture:
Homosexual Ramon Novarro was murdered in 1968 by two "good" Catholic boys.
Nobody in my family, as far back as I can trace, is any kind of "good" religious person.
We are heretics who ended up fleeing to America when things got too hot in Europe, and a few of my ancestors fled the U.S. Civil War too.
