I didn't know anyone who was gay or bi-sexual before I met you, and anything I knew was based on prejudice and fear, and heresay. We lived in a typical American suburban neighborhood and if not for meeting you at that critical stage in my development as a young adult, and all the wonderful people you introduced me to, I might have grown up and passed my prejudice and fear on to another generation.
I might never have chosen to work (at one time) for an organization that fed people with AIDS. I might never have chosen to live and raise my daughter in a neighborhood with more two-mom and two-dad families than anywhere else on the East Coast.
We married, and we divorced, but it had nothing to do with your sexuality.
I am so happy we remained friends, and that you have found a partner to share your life with — one who is as remarkable as you are. You are happy. It makes me happy. You are a wonderful partner, father, son and friend. I am proud to know you.
That day when you walked into my life, and hypnotized me with your outrageous blue eyes, you opened my mind as well as my heart, forever.