Do famous people have to come out? If, say, you’re a supermodel with big eyebrows everyone says is dating a famous female hip-hop star, do you have a moral obligation to declare your love to the world? Or even just tell us what you’re up to in bed?
Seventeen years after Ellen DeGeneres shrugged “Yep, I’m gay!” on Time magazine’s cover, coming out has come into its own. Last year celebrigays like Tom Daley smashed the “glass closet” that Time once spoke about — a closet that couldn’t be seen — revealing their sexuality in a rainbow flag of ways. And I’m proud! Yet this spate of celebs leaving Narnia didn’t fill me with excitement, it felt very old-fashioned (as did the attention it received).
If 2013 was the year of coming out, let’s make 2014 the year we just are. When being gay stops being front-page and starts being “so what?”. When we go beyond caring about sexuality, so that instead of making coming out a big, brave fanfare, we’re so post-gay we don’t give a damn. Not so much “coming out” as (coming out) — in parenthesis. Celebrities should give it a go.
Instead of a grand announcement, I’d like to see female film stars just rock up to the red carpet with their girlfriends. Footballers bring their boyfriends to Match of the Day. Supermodels take their same-sex partners on Wife Swap or join the smug marrieds on the sofa at GMTV. And male prime ministers walk casually up Downing Street grasping their First Husband’s hand.
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