Kelly's Flag

I used to be rather anti-gay.

I told hateful jokes. I sneered, laughed, ranted. I used many of the pejorative labels like faggot and queer. I can recall a time nearly 10 years ago where I argued the point that gay people have chosen to be gay because they enjoy the attention.

Boy was I a jerk.

I recently got back in touch with my fraternity brother, Kelly Stern, who came out of the closet since I had last spoken to him. I remember him as a kind, interesting, fun person who everyone wanted to be around, yet he was always rather private. I'd almost call him shy. All the college women thought he was dreamy (imagine that). I genuinly liked him back then, and although we haven't been in touch much over the past 13 years, I still do.

When I found out that Kelly was gay, I remembered regretfully those old, immature opinions I once so loudly and ignorantly proclaimed. I would have never said them to Kelly.

I've grown up, and in the process have come to realize that one doesn't have to be gay to empathize with and relate to gay people. I understand now that people don't choose to be gay, but rather choose whether or not to live truthfully. I'm glad Kelly is living his life happily and truthfully, and I'm happy he's found someone he loves to share it with.

I visit Kelly's blog often to see what he's up to. He kindly frequents my blog as well. Kelly recently posted a challenge to readers of his blog to post this picture in as many places as possible in support of Gay Pride Month. This is something he cares a lot about, so, for you, Kelly; here is my support!