Joking The Queer

One of my young gay friends -- a sensitive, sexy Latino college student -- is in love with a straight guy. Typical, no? Nature's biggest practical joke: let the queer fall for the breeder. It defines hopelessness. Here's why: Not long ago, G was walking to the straight guy's apartment -- they're best friends -- and, along the way, he picked one daffodil out of every yard he passed. By the time he got to S's apartment, he had a sweet bouquet, which he placed in a vase. Flowers, since the sun first shined on a field in spring, have represented one person's love for another person. S's reaction to the bouquet? "Nice job." He then turned. And walked away.