Slapped by My Own Prejudice

So last week, curiousmay9 and I watched the first Queer As Folk DVD. I had no idea what the show was about, just the title. She’d seen it before.

shad­owkatt was com­ing and going, as usu­al. I found myself very uptight about her pres­ence, and at one point I even turned off the DVD ’til she went back upstairs.

I did­n’t real­ly think about it then, but the next day, it kept com­ing back to me. Why did I mind her see­ing that?

I final­ly had to acknowl­edge that it was the man/man sex. The show is no more explic­it than the movie Dan­ger­ous Beau­ty, which she’s seen—but it’s MEN! Some­how, my mind cat­e­go­rized that as “dirty.”

::sigh

So, I explained what the show was about, and why I’d got­ten edgy, and told her she can watch it, or not, as she pleases.

I wonder—will there ever be a time when I am tru­ly prejudice-free?