Alright, alright, let’s yak about them lady tennis players, the ones, you know, who like other ladies. It’s a thing now, ain’t it? Back in my day, you didn’t talk about such things, but times, they are a-changin’, like that fella Bob Dylan sang.
Them Gals on the Court
So, you got these women, strong as oxen, hittin’ that fuzzy ball back and forth. And some of ‘em, they love other women. It ain’t nobody’s business, I say, but folks sure do like to gossip, don’t they? You hear whispers at the market, see things on that there inter-web thingy. These gay women’s tennis players, they’re somethin’ else.
- Strong
- Fast
- And they like other gals
Now, I ain’t no expert, mind you. I just watch the matches on TV when I can wrestle the clicker away from the grandkids. But I see ‘em, these women, playin’ their hearts out. And some of ‘em, they ain’t shy about who they love. Good for them, I say. It takes guts, you know? Like that time I told Old Man Johnson his cows were eatin’ my prize petunias. Had to stand my ground.
Challenges They Face
It ain’t all sunshine and roses, though. These women, they got their troubles too. People can be mean, real mean. They say nasty things, write hateful stuff on that inter-web. It’s a shame, I tell you. Nobody should be treated bad just ‘cause of who they love. It’s like that time the new folks moved in down the road, and folks started gossiping ‘cause they painted their house purple. Purple! Like it matters a lick.
The young’uns call it stigma, this bein’ treated bad. Big word, but it just means folks are bein’ plain rude. These gay tennis players, they gotta deal with that, on top of tryin’ to win their matches. Must be tough, real tough. Like tryin’ to bake a cake in a wood stove – sometimes it turns out great, sometimes it’s a burnt mess.
Things are Gettin’ Better, Maybe
Now, I hear things are gettin’ better. More and more of these women are comin’ out, sayin’ “Hey, this is me, and I love who I love.” That’s good, real good. Like seein’ the first robin of spring after a long, cold winter. It means things are changin’, thawin’ out.
They got tournaments now, big ones, where they celebrate everybody, no matter who they love. That’s somethin’ new. Back in my day, you didn’t see nothin’ like that. It gives these women a place to be themselves, to play their game without hidin’. Like that time we had the county fair and everybody brought their best pies – didn’t matter if you were old or young, rich or poor, everybody got to show off their pie.
But there’s still a ways to go, I reckon. You still hear the whispers, see the sideways glances. People are slow to change, like molasses in January. But these women, they’re tough. They keep playin’, keep fightin’, keep lovin’. And that’s what matters, ain’t it?
More Than Just Tennis
You know, it ain’t just about tennis, is it? It’s about bein’ yourself, standin’ up for what’s right, and lovin’ who you love. These women athletes, they’re teachin’ us all a lesson, even this old lady. They’re showin’ the world that it’s okay to be different, that love is love, and that you don’t have to hide who you are. And that’s powerful stuff. Like that time the preacher gave that sermon about treatin’ everybody with kindness – stuck with me, that did.
And let me tell you somethin’ else, these women, they ain’t just athletes, they’re role models. Young girls, seein’ them on TV, seein’ them bein’ brave and strong, it gives them hope. It tells them that they can be anything they want to be, love anyone they want to love. And that’s somethin’ the world needs a whole lot more of.
So, next time you see these gay women tennis players on the TV, don’t just see athletes hittin’ a ball. See strong women, brave women, women who are makin’ a difference. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn a little somethin’ too. Like I always say, you can learn somethin’ new every day, even if you’re as old as dirt like me.
