But isn’t the point, really, that we are all so diverse that, after all, we’re all alike in that we all have our differences and similarities and quirks and commonalities? So why pick on little ones. Especially ones that don’t affect other people. I’m not looking for a relationship that would require me to know if a person was hetero or homosexual. So why would that matter? I mean, I’d care because I care about that person. I’d care like I care s/he must stop in his or her tracks and listen each time s/he hears Debussy or that s/he can’t stand meanness or has a distaste of licorice.

And I’d care about their love life because it affects them and their happiness and not based on whether his or her partner was of the same or different gender.

We are most curious about those things that affect us, or that we perceive affect us. If I were in the market, as it were, I might wonder about a potential friend’s sexual preference. I’m not, but I make lousy coffee, so I care more about that.

And what do I know anyway? This all falls under the same category as friends asking me dating advice. (Where’s Val and Lisa and Donna and…?)

I have a friend who told me she was bi. OK. It came up in a conversation as she was unpacking her biography during the dissolution of her marriage. I briefly gave her that look my dog gives me when I say something like, “Hey Girl, fry me up some bacon, would you?” Maybe if she dated a girl, then a guy, I might have picked up on it. Then again, maybe not.

But I know she loves me. After that, it’s all small stuff.

I’d say that in the style of the writer above, but I don’t have enough ands available and the list of that would need to be replaced in my home would go on and on. I know that because I wrote it that way first and then erased it. But, trust me, it was gloriously long and beautifully done.

Oh, and it’s about time CA took a stand and realized, for it (“I have a life”) or against it (“I have no life of my own and must ruin others’ lives”) what difference does it make.

Hey, some of my best friends are gay. (Pause) Well, one. Of course I didn’t know for months and months but that is a whole different story. Wait, no that IS the story. Because it is way way down the list of important things for me to know about another person, long after I know if they are a decent human being, a caring person, a supportive confidant, is willing to listen and can make coffee. (I make horrible coffee.)

I am much more concerned about the melting of the polar ice caps than the melting of ice sculptures.