The Black Sheep

I rented Brokeback Mountain last night. I have to say I rented this because basically there was nothing else good to rent. I've passed it by a few times without a second thought. No particular reason. I just did. It started out sort of ho hum.. and then got a bit uncomfortable to watch. No, I'm not homophobic. I just don't enjoy sex scenes that much. But the more I got into this movie the more I found myself pulled in. It was such a deep and sad love story. I hated the ending. Hated it. I wanted a happy ending for Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar. I found myself wondering how many of these types of relationships were hidden back then as well? How many hearts broke and endured such pain because of the world around them? Acceptance for such a thing wasn't given very freely. Our America prided itself on the rights of others in those days. Hippies were standing on street corners smoking weed. Women were burning their bras. Couples were embarking on a new journey and began "swinging".. All of this was acceptable... But two people of the same sex loving each other in an intimate way was taboo. And in a lot of areas this hasn't changed much over the past 40 years. I find myself ashamed of my fellow humans sometimes. I am ashamed of myself because I'm not always accepting of others either. I think as people we need to open our minds and our hearts a bit more to the others. Wouldn't it be a nicer world if we did?