Fandango’s Provocative Question #21

FPQWelcome back! Now that April’s A to Z Challenge is over, it’s time to restart Fandango’s Provocative Question.

Each week I will pose what I think is a provocative question for your consideration. By provocative, I don’t mean a question that will cause annoyance or anger. Nor do I mean a question intended to arouse sexual desire or interest.

What I do mean is a question that is likely to get you to think, to be creative, and to provoke a response. Hopefully a positive response.

Please bear with me today, folks, as it will take a while for me to get to the actual question.

For those of you who may not follow American politics, let me introduce to you Pete Buttigieg. “Mayor Pete,” as he known, is seeking the Democratic nomination to run for President of the United States. He is a graduate of Harvard University, a Rhodes Scholar, a Navy veteran who served in Afghanistan. He is currently the 37-year-old mayor of South Bend, Indiana. And bonus — he’s white and Christian. The perfect candidate, right?

Mayor Pete is making waves, too. Right now he’s ranking third or fourth (out of 20) in the early political polls and is getting a lot of attention and positive press.

He’s also gay and is married to his husband, Chasten. Wait! What?

And that brings us to this week’s provocative question. It’s prompted by something Reverend Franklin Graham, the heir to Billy Graham’s evangelistic preaching ministry and one of Donald Trump’s closest, so-called “spiritual advisors,” said about Pete Buttigieg.

Graham, who has steadfastly stood by Donald Trump through revelations of serial adultery, deceit, and a complete lack of the basic principles of morality and integrity, said this:

“Mayor Buttigieg says he’s a gay Christian. As a Christian, I believe the Bible, which defines homosexuality as a sin, something to be repentant of, not something to be flaunted, praised, or politicized. The Bible says marriage is between a man and a woman – not two men, not two women.”

So, with that “It’s Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve” sentiment, we finally come to the question.

“Do you think America is ready for an openly gay person to be elected to the office of President of the United States? Explain your opinion.”

If you are not from the States, do you think the country in which you live could have a gay person in the highest office in the country?

If you choose to participate, write a post with your response to the question. Once you are done, tag your post with #FPQ and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

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And most important, have fun.

100WW — A Coming Out

393C39CE-5219-49E7-8B0E-F12FEA914073Alex handed Vicky an 8×10 envelope with nothing written on the outside. “What’s this?” she asked him.

“Take a wild guess,” Alex said, a broad grin on his face.

Vicky flipped the envelope over and opened the flap, pulling out a glossy photograph of Paris at night, the Eiffel Tower right in the middle of the image. She gave Alex a quizzical look.

“There’s more,” he said. Vicky shook the envelope and a single, one-way ticket fell out.

“Alex?” Vicky said.

“I’m coming out, Vicky,” he said. “Where better for a gay man to come out than Gay Paree?”

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Paul Gaudriault.

A Man’s Man

rugged good looks Luxury Scottie in a Canoe RUGGED GOOD LOOKSShe couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He had to be well over six feet tall. And from what she could see of his features in the moonlit night, he possessed rugged good looks. Was she hallucinating? She must have been. He looked too good to be true. She’d always dreamed of someday meeting the proverbial strong, silent type. She was, quite simply, overcome by an immense attraction to the man she saw.

It took all of her courage to walk over to where he was standing. As she got closer, he seemed to be talking to himself, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. When she got next to him, she said, “Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw you in the moonlight and, well, I think I’m in love.”

He shrugged and continued to recite whatever it was he was saying, literally ignoring her. “Excuse me,” she said again. “Did you hear what I just said? You are a beautiful specimen of a man and I think I’m in love with you.”

He still ignored her and continued his recitation. Now she was angry. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you deaf? Are you blind? I said I love you. You are the image of a man’s man. And, by the way, I’m a goddam catch!”

He finally looked at her. “Yes, I am a man’s man. I’m gay,” he said. “So I imagine you will understand my constraint when it comes to responding to your declaration of love. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to continue to practice my gay rights manifesto for tomorrow’s Pride parade.”


Written for the following prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (moonlit), Daily Addictions (immense), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (silent), Scotts Daily Prompt (constraint), and Word of the Day Challenge (manifesto).

Butch

D6412E13-9A86-4B52-BB14-C573C2BFF151When I was a very young boy, my father gave me a nickname. He called me “Butch.” It was wishful thinking on his part.

Back when he started calling me Butch, the name didn’t have the same connotation it has today. Back then it meant manly and masculine.

But the meaning of the word has evolved considerably over time. These days, according to the Urban Dictionary, Butch means an especially masculine lesbian who is often the dominant partner in a lesbian relationship.

While I know my father didn’t think of me as a masculine, dominant lesbian, I think he was a bit disappointed that I wasn’t more manly. I was the nerdy, studious type of kid, more likely to be on the debate team than on the football team. I was not very coordinated. I was skinny, wore glasses, had braces on my teeth, and pimples on my face. I was more of a Sheldon than a Butch, which also meant that I was more likely to be beaten up than to beat up another.

I even think there was a time when my father worried that I was gay. I wasn’t, but I have no doubt that it had crossed his mind.

Eventually my father stopped calling me Butch. In fact, I think he even stopped calling me by my given name, as well. He basically just stopped speaking to me at all.