I have accepted a challenge from Princess Dominique to blog everyday for the month of November. It's on!
To Renny with Love
When I was around five years old I lived with my parents and other family members in a red brick duplex with a brick walled in porch. My sisters and I spent many hours on the porch playing with our dolls and combing through their hair. Along side of us was our best friend, Lorenzo, also known as Renny.
Renny was a beautiful caramel colored boy with blue-greenish eyes. He had one gorgeous older brother. They lived with their mother. I don't remember a father in the home. He was our best friend and unbeknownst to us he was gay. As children we just knew that he was our friend and we loved him dearly. He played rope, jacks and other games with us.
It wasn't until years later that we found out that he liked being girly because we had never heard of the word, gay. Still we loved him and didn't care.As we grew up and became teenagers, Renny started dating guys. Still we loved him. It was something I guess we expected. After all, he was the only boy who could jump rope better than us. He even braided the dolls hair better.Renny's mother knew that her son was gay. She was beautiful, friendly and loved both of her sons dearly. She didn't treat him different, nor did his big brother who loved him. His big brother was not gay.
We stayed in touch until about 8 years ago when the beautiful dapper dresser came to visit us at my moms' house. He came to tell us that he had AIDS and didn't have much time. We spent the whole evening with him. He was going to leave us to meet his boyfriend. He was dressed in all-white cotton suit; you know the one that Don Johnson used to wear in the Miami Vice show. He had on some nice shoes without the socks and he was in a limousine. He told us that he and his longtime boyfriend were wealthy. Looking at him with tears in my eyes, he was absolutely beautiful....
I miss my friend, he died shortly after that last visit. Today it seems that there is a huge surge in people admitting that they are gay. Someone sent me some pictures of Alicia Keyes with a woman and she seemed very romantic with her on a beach, hugging and touching and on one it looks like she was kissing her. The next day I received pictures of her being arrested for beating her girlfriend up. These pictures doesn't necessary means she is gay but people are really thinking she is now. Who cares is my question but it does seems lately that alot of folks are coming out of the closet. For many women who finds that their men are on the down low its' not enough of them coming out.
In college I researched this topic for my sociology class and interviewed more than thirty gay people. I learned much about this topic that it was environmental and hereditary. I learned that many people knew that they were different at a very young age, even at age 3 and 4 but were afraid to be open with it. Renny's mother knew too and she allowed her son to be who she knew he was and still she loved him.
I have three male friends who are gay. Two are having problems with their fathers, one with his mother. Two of my friends are very successful and wealthy, have great parties and are the most beautiful souls in the world. It hurts that they long for acceptance from their fathers who are angry with them. It pains me to hear their stories and the love and acceptance they need but are not getting from their families. One friend is destitute. His mother is wealthy but will not help her son and will not let others in the family help either. He is very sad and lonely.
It seems that lately everybody is gay or they are accused of being gay. But I understand their need to only tell folks who will not judge them. I am not a judge. I don't have a right to do that. All I can do is love my friends, because that is what I suppose to do. I just believe that it is a lot more to this gay issue than any of us will ever know. To you Renny, you are missed and were truly loved.