This week, since we talked about homosexuality in our readings, I wanted to share a story that took place when I was in high school. There was a young man in my class who always was a “big shot.” He was in football, wrestling, and choir. Being in choir did not change his image because at my high school, it was choir or FACS (Family and Cooking Sciences), so all the “jocks” decided to be in choir, rather than cook and sew.
One day, this young man wore pink nail polish to school. Instantly, word got around at school, and everyone soon knew that this guy had pink nail polish. In high school, this is the worst scenario for young guys to be in. Of course, people started calling him gay and a fag. People had no real reason to call him these names, other than the pink nail polish.
Weeks went by, and with no notice, he stopped coming to school. It turned out that his mom had passed away from breast cancer, and the PINK nail polish was for his mom. I remember some people crying because they had no clue that this young man’s mom passed away. He was always a guy who stood out and he knew everyone, and everyone knew him. Yet, some how no one managed to find out that his mom had passed away. He was the kind of guy who just smiled and acted like this did not bother him, but I always wondered why he never told anyone about his mom, instead of just trying to defend his sexuality. The only reason we found out was because the principal of our school had to tell our class about it in the lecture one day when the whole class got called to an emergency meeting about bullying.
I do not recall him coming back to school, but I imagine that it had to do with him mom’s passing and the fact that everyone called him gay, when really, he just had his own way of sort of publicly acknowleging his mom.
It was something I never will forget because so many of us learned not to judge someone because they are doing something that another sex would do.