When my darling daughter was in kindergarten or first grade, the then-chancellor of public schools in New York City introduced what was called the Rainbow Curriculum in an effort to educate our children to be tolerant of the diversity they were, and are, exposed to on a daily basis. She went to a public school in midtown Manhattan, in the middle of the theater district, and her classmates and their families represented a broad spectrum of races, nationalities, and beliefs. Potlucks at her school were the best because they became international smorgasbords of food and musical traditions! The majority of the parents in the school were supportive of the initiative; it was a small school, we all knew one another, and were in favor of all measures that promote understanding and tolerance.
I arrived one afternoon to pick my daughter up and stepped into a classroom filled with dancing, laughing children. They had just been discussing gay and finding out that it meant that it was okay for two people of the same gender to love one another. They were so filled with the joy of brotherly and sisterly love that the classroom was a veritable maelstrom of hilarity. My darling daughter came up to me and happily informed me that they were all gay in Mary’s room because they all loved one another. “And guess what, Mom,” she continued all excited, “Joey’s mom is gay, too!” Well, Joey’s mom’s name was Gay; and in that room, in that time, we were all very, very gay!