In the summer of 2016, I spent a few days in the beautiful coastal town of St Andrews, the home of golf, once the ecclesiastical capital of Scotland, and the site of the third oldest university in the English-speaking world. It was a place I was very familiar with, having spent many long weekends there with my dad over the years. He was three years gone by the time of this visit, however, and this was my first time in St Andrews since his death. I was alone and spent two or three days revisiting our old haunts in a kind of pilgrimage in honour of him. The town was as lovely as ever in the summer weather.
It’s a position I don’t understand anymore at all. I remember reading a NYT article in the early 2000’s of the same nature. A man was fearful of kissing in NYC on 8th Avenue center of a gay area and that we hadn’t progressed enough.
At the time I traveled monthly for work globally. My husband would drive me to the airport in Houston Texas, get out of the car and big smooch leaving. When I met gay friends in public non-gay venues in Houston, we kissed hello. Now SF same state. Nobody I know in Houston seemed to hesitate for a second to kiss or hold hands.
I’ve had humorous experiences around the world with my husband, never shame.
I don’t understand it anymore. The world has changed since I was a child in the 60’s.
I don’t think it has anything to do with gays for
You or the NYT writer, everything to do with expressing affection to anyone perhaps.
It’s a position I don’t understand anymore at all. I remember reading a NYT article in the early 2000’s of the same nature. A man was fearful of kissing in NYC on 8th Avenue center of a gay area and that we hadn’t progressed enough.
At the time I traveled monthly for work globally. My husband would drive me to the airport in Houston Texas, get out of the car and big smooch leaving. When I met gay friends in public non-gay venues in Houston, we kissed hello. Now SF same state. Nobody I know in Houston seemed to hesitate for a second to kiss or hold hands.
I’ve had humorous experiences around the world with my husband, never shame.
I don’t understand it anymore. The world has changed since I was a child in the 60’s.
I don’t think it has anything to do with gays for
You or the NYT writer, everything to do with expressing affection to anyone perhaps.
It’s not a condition of gaydom for decades.