I am so happy that I’m not even going to rant about this:
Okay, scratch that. Beer pong in the middle of the damn mall?! Are you kidding me? Could they not have set this party in a hotel room or something? Half the town lives in them anyway!
Whew. Anyway, I can barely bother to be annoyed, because this happened:
I started watching Days of Our Lives when I was 14. Coming out was nothing but a far-off fantasy — something out of another person’s life, really. The show captured my mind like little else had to that point. For a kid who had very few friends but an enormous imagination, it was the ultimate escape, a window into a world full of literally limit-less possibility and excitement. Even back then, I knew it was ridiculous, yet I couldn’t help but be swept up in the grandness of it all. Salem was a place where love and romance — things that I knew in a distant way that I wanted to experience, even if I was struggling with the how and why — always won out in the end.
Will Horton was a toddler when I began watching. (Amazingly, he’s pretty close to his real age these days. He’s supposed to be 17 this year!) Yesterday and today, I watched him kiss a boy and ask his grandma, Marlena, if that means he’s gay. If the 14-year-old me knew that was coming down the pike, his head would have exploded. As much as I enjoyed watching couples like John & Marlena and Bo & Hope overcome incredible and hellish (literally!) obstacles, part of me always craved the validation of seeing people “like me” in the same situations. A lot has changed in the past fifteen years. I’m a grown-up. Coming out has come and gone, and life is good. But getting to see that experience replicated on a show that has been such a major force in my life… I can’t explain how much it has meant.