I am glad to see that I am not the only person on the planet who just assumed Ricky Martin was gay and stopped thinking about it. When someone used “Ricky Martin” and “gay” in the same sentence the other day, I missed it that this was a Historic Moment For We Homosexuals.
It was only when two or three other people said something like: “Ricky Martin word, word, word, word GAY!” that I came to understand that this was a news item. And it’s not as if I am so jaded that I simply don’t pay attention anymore. If anyone had said that Vladimir Putin or Colin Powell was gay, I would have snapped to.
Although Ricky himself feels “fortunate” and “blessed,” and testifies that his “years in silence and reflection made me stronger” (and richer!) “and reminded me that acceptance has to come from within,” not everyone is happy about this. New Media America reports: “Karen Rodriguez, a reporter and producer of 22 years, said, ‘We will continue going to his concerts and playing his discs, but it hurts to have lost such a beautiful man.’” He’s still a man last time I looked. Or maybe what you meant is that he is “lost” to women? To heterosexuality? Or socially dead to Latino music?
Karen’s response seems to be the exception, although not so many celebrities have commented, perhaps for fear of being thought gay if they are supportive and homophobic if they are not. Oh what a tangled web we weave. But the fans are fine with it. Skimming blogs and the comments sections of the various media who reported this non-story, I am happy to say that for once I am in the mainstream by responding with a big “So What?” As “Energon” at the Guardian grumps, “Flamboyant singer of one of the most irritating songs of the last 20 years publicly announces he likes men’s bottoms. Quite frankly, who gives a monkeys [arse]? I’m an unfortunate heterosexual man who had to listen to that dreadful song played repeatedly throughout the late 90s. What has Ricky Martin got to say about that?”