Anyway, the point of this post is that, now that we’ve seen the rise and fall of the world’s first post-gay couple, maybe homosexuality can finally recede from the cultural foreground.
By “post-gay,” we mean that their union has been widely understood as a pop star’s caprice – a quirk, an idiosyncrasy, an embarrassment of sexual riches which one or the other would eventually come to view as prodigality.
(Greed is unbecoming).
“Lesbian” is not a label anyone ascribed to Lindsay and Sam, because their relationship simply couldn’t bear the weight of the word – there was never enough grit nor enough gumption for the word to apply.
More than that, also absent from the contemporary discussion was the ever-handy “bisexual” tag. That term in particular, with its overt base word, could never describe the utter blandness of the hook-up.
There was nothing “hot” about it . . . it was all lukewarmth and tepidity.
They were a gay couple that was neither gay nor even much of a couple. They were merely a pair – and because they were two-of-a-kind, the whole thing was halfheartedly called a coupling.
At its core, it was more of a companionship thing – which is not so unlike many actual couplings. For the most part, Lindsay and Sam managed to sidestep the raw edges of homosexuality, maintaining a degree of mildness where before there has been none.
Welcome to “post-gay” America.