August 27th, 2013
The other day I watched a great documentary about hunting African crocodiles. Anderson Cooper was the on-camera narrator. These men and one woman were simply stalking the animals. They were not out to kill. I was surprised when Anderson wet-suited up and joined the others underwater as they tailed these huge, frightful beasts. How could Anderson Cooper do this, I wondered. As I thought about his guts I couldn’t put my finger on why it surprised me so much. Then it hit me. Anderson Cooper is gay.
Wow. How in the hell did that part of my brain not become changed, or at least neutered, at some stage of my growing up? Gay equaled Gutless? I knew that could not be true, yet there it was. AC performing bravely. And he was doing something I certainly wouldn’t want to do. More amazing to me was the fact that a female in the group left me unfazed.
I guess I’m in the mood this week for letting it all hang out. What is the nonsense that I harbor? Will more things come to the fore? Which reminds me, I’ve never had any misconceptions about golfers. But then golfers aren’t crocodile hunters.