Recently, I settled down to a new episode of “Quantico.” I had been looking forward to it. I got to the part where two men were kissing on the lips in public in daylight, and a thunderstorm interrupted the program and sent my DirecTV off looking for a signal. It came back on a few minutes later when the star of the show was shown on the screen in the passenger’s seat of a man’s car straightening her clothes after having had sex with that man she had just met on an airplane and whose name she didn’t even know.
If you look at the people who live in the Middle East and how they live, you will find out that gay men are often stoned to death. Women wear burkas that cover every inch of skin on their bodies except their eyes. When those people see American women with bare midriffs, skirts up to their mid-thighs, blouses, dresses, and sweaters that show waaay too much cleavage, it’s no wonder they call us “infadels.” Perhaps we deserve the name.