Happy Gay Friday & My first gay friend

TGIF! And let’s leave it at that, because I’m pretty positive you don’t want to hear in detail about me feeling blah this week…

So, instead let me tell you about the friend I’m meeting tonight for a drink. It’ll suit today because she’s one of the first gay, or actually bisexual, friends I had. Our friendship goes back to when I was about seventeen years old, and she was one of the most important people when it comes to forming my opinion on homosexuality. We were part of a group that went out to clubs, dancing to the sounds of The Cure, Sisters of Mercy, New Model Army, The Smiths, and so on. I think we were called new wave or goth and we adored the color black, lots of jewelry and make-up. In this group of people sexuality had many faces and experimenting wasn’t a dirty word, although it all was very chaste, of course (being teenagers in another era ;)).

She is the only one of the group I still see regularly even if it’s not every day or even every week; we go out for a bite or a drink every now and then, or we go to see a band perform whenever we feel like it. Our friendship went much deeper than with the other ones in the group. We lived together.
See, she had a crush on me and we had this wonderful intellectual and emotional connection. So, we decided to move in together, or actually I moved in with her. And we had a great time together; going to parties, having (gay) friends over, chatting until late at night. But, unfortunately for her, our story didn’t get a happily ever after, because although we had the intellectual and emotional connection, we never had the physical one. We shared the same bed but never anything happened between us there, because I’m as straight as I can be. Sadly for her.
Still we were happy (she assured me she could live with that)… Until I met hubby and fell head over heels for him…

I broke her heart and sometimes I can still feel bad about it, after all those years. It got ugly and after that we didn’t see each other for a certain period of time, but one day she came back in our lives when she was over it and realized that hubby wasn’t a temporarily fling for me. I think she ended up falling in love with him even more than she had with me. By the time hubs and I got married she was the happiest friend of all, that day. That’s just how big her heart is.
She made me feel loved and she made me accept, unconsciously, all varieties of sexuality, because she is, and always has been, openly gay/bisexual and very proud of it. And it’s so special to be adored by someone like that.
I just hope she’ll find the love of her life very soon! (maybe we can hook her up tonight *g*).

Happy Gay Friday everyone!