Commenting on a post about dating and teens wearing too much cologne, one of TNC's readers shares his own story:
[This] reminds me how much of these experiences I missed out on as a gay teen. Never had the opportunity to do the dating thing, or get caught up in trying to impress folks. It just struck me how foreign all of these concepts are to my own history and experience. I'm a tourist in heteroland.
TNC reflects on this:
The right to, as a young person, to openly court, to craft rituals around that courting, to have touch-stones, to publicly reminisce over them, all without the threat of violence–explicit or implicit–strikes me as a rather powerful privilege. Surely there must be caveats for, class, geography and social groupings, here, but I think it's fair to say, at my high school, the space for gay kids to publicly talk about what cologne they were wearing to woo the objects of their affection was nonexistent.
Last weekend, the lesbian couple in the above video became homecoming king and queen. Social conservatives, of course, freaked out.
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