BBP STORIES: Frowned upon
West High School
For some reason, it’s easier for me to handle the fact that they’re two girls next to me than two guys, like two couples, because for me, when I see a man, I think of, you know, the strong man protecting his family, the wife, the kid, you know, all that. The athlete. And when I see two, two gay couples, they’re kissing and especially when like they’re really buff, too. Like two macho mans, it’s kind of like it’s a weird look.
You know? And you’re not–. I know you’re not supposed to care about appearance, but, you know, it’s, it’s in front of you. You see it. You can’t help but think and wonder. But it’s just a weird thing. But I have, I have a lot of gay friends, especially men, who have–. I’ve seen them kiss a boy and it doesn’t, it doesn’t bother me because it’s just a kiss. That wouldn’t necessarily bother me. But when their arms are next to each other, I’m just like: Wow.
I mean, I’m not–. I wouldn’t say I’m homophobic. But I would say it kind of like–. It’s just a little weird. It’s a weird feeling when I look at them because–. And I feel bad for saying this because if I were to see two girls kissing, I’d be like: Oh. OK. Like that’s normal because it’s just, it’s just two girls. Like it’s–. Like a lot of straight guys think two girls kissing is hot, is hot. And two guys it’s frowned upon.