Another Take On Love …
She searched for refuge at ¨Ce´s¨ home that New Years Day. It was the very first time she visited her gay friend´s house. She was perplexed at the amount of art that was to be found everywhere. Paintings, Photographs, Sculptures, Vintage Furniture & Valuable Pieces. All of them with their own particular story. The pieces came alive when Ce would tell her about them.
Given, the house´s decor was completely eclectic, but one kind of object in particular seemed to be everywhere. Artistic photographs of the same woman seemed to repeat themselves everywhere she went. On the walls, the hall, round tables. On the mantel. By his bed … A beautiful woman not older than 20. Blonde. Natural in her looks. Elegant. Simple jeans and white crisp shirts most of the time. Barefoot.
– ¨Ce, who is this lady? she asked.
– She was my wife; responded Ce.
– But, but, Ce, I don´t understand. Aren´t you gay?
– Well yes I am and so was she.
– Ce, you are confusing me. If you are both gay then why did you get married? You like men, how come you married a woman, Ceeeee?
Ce provided her with a response that still echoes in her heart to this day; even 6 years after his death.
– I loved her sooooo very much, that I did not care that she was a woman. He said.
His answer was like a slap in the face. Love knows nothing about gender. Love simply … IS. That was the slap.
Ce and his ex, re-married 5 years later and gave life to a beautiful baby girl named ¨K¨. And Oh how he adored his women and how his women adored him.
Our gay friend passed away 9 years later. He taught her the true meaning of LOVE.
His daughter, widow and all the LOVE he spread … Remain.
True Story …
His & Hers Towels – Sway