GLEE is on a little break until the 10th of April and I may die. I am completely obsessed with GLEE if you didn’t already know. My iPod is filled with every volume of the cast’s songs and I have watched and own every episode ever made including the Glee project which makes me what to go to America (and sell my body so I can get there) and be on the show.
While I was away I missed GLEE more than my family… don’t tell them. Lots of people tell me that when they watch GLEE they think of me. This is possibly the best thing anyone could ever say to me ever (besides “I want to be inside you”). It’s pure happiness/glee.
Not only is GLEE a phenomenal show but it is extremely significant. GLEE is the first ever mainstream TV show to have gay teenagers in an out and open, healthy gay relationship.
I hope I would have come out sooner if I had young gay role models like Kurt and Blaine. I mean I never even saw gays until Will&Grace which I wasn’t even allowed to watch (but did anyway).
And if you don’t believe me you can read getstooobsessed’s “Mommy, they are just like me.” story below…
My oldest son is six years old and in love for the first time. He is in love with Blaine from Glee.
For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.
This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of love. It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.
He loves the episode where two boys kiss. My son will call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his ‘favorite part.’ He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying enough attention.
This infatuation doesn’t bother me or his father. We live in a very hip-liberal neighborhood, many of our friends are gay, and idea of having a gay son isn’t something that bothers either of us. Our son is going to be who he is, and it is our job to love him. End of story.
He is also six. Six year olds get obsessed with all kinds of things. This might not mean anything at all. We always joke that he’s either gay, or we have the best blackmail material in the history of mankind when he’s a 16 year old straight boy. (Take that naked bath time pictures!)
Then the other day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.
“Mommy, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends.”
“Yes, they are,” I affirm.
“They don’t like kissing girls. They just kiss boys.”
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
“That’s great, baby. You know I love you no matter what?”
“I know…” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me.
When we got home I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then we smiled.
“So if at 16 he wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us when you were six. Pass the carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my husband says with a laugh and hugs me.
Only time will tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine. I am glad he has been born into our family. A family full of people who will love and accept him. People who will never want him to change. With parents who will look forward to dancing at his wedding.
And I have to admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.”
So when people tell me they hate/don’t like GLEE (almost all of whom have seen less than one episode) I have a strong urge to purge those bad feelings all over their face.
Also I really need a photo of me doing the looser L in GLEE and then I can die complete.