Dear TV’s AMERICA’S Neil Patrick Harris,
First of all, I love your work, though I realize as I type this that I’ve never seen How I Met Your Mother. One of the downfalls of not having cable/satellite, you know. I’m putting it on the top of my Netflix queue, I swear!
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Hotness aside (and that’s a big aside, my good man), you’re showing your generation and the next that being gay doesn’t mean that you can’t be happy. Closeted guys will and do find in you a hope that telling people who they really are doesn’t have to lead to the end of the world, that they don’t have to be relegated to the role of a stereotype. Out guys can see in you someone they can proudly claim as well. Newbies like me (eight months out!) can look to your example as one to follow as we navigate this strange new world of living in our own skin.
Just as importantly, your increasingly high profile in mainstream Hollywood gives The Straights (weirdos) someone to balance their image of The Gays. It’s nice to have a stable force when we keep getting news of Senators and other public figures getting caught in restroom stalls.
About a year and a half ago, Tom and Lorenzo from Project Rungay gave you some advice. Thanks for taking it, even if you never saw it.
Boys? A little advice. Please do NOT become activists. That’s not your job. Your job is to entertain us and thankfully, you seem to understand this for the most part. You want to help out the gays? Win an Emmy. Get yourself on the cover of TV Guide or People (for something other than your sexuality). Walk on the red carpet with your boyfriend. Be really good at what you do, avoid scandals or embarrassments, do your best to live a happy, out life and you will have accomplished more for the gay community than any speechmaking or marching you could do. Just be happy, fulfilled and successful (however you define those terms) and future actor fags and singer fags and entertainer fags will never even think of trying to lie about who they are and attempt to fool the public. Just be fabulous.
Good luck to you boys and once again, thank you.
Finally, um, if you, like, ever split up with David (GOD FORBID!!!), I’m, you know, available. I don’t have David’s perfect skin, or David’s boyish face with those dimples, or David’s gym-toned body (Wow, I’m terrible at this), or that Adam’s Apple you just want to give a good lick (Why am I still typing?!?), and I can’t cook worth a darn, but I have no problem being next in line.
No. Problem.
At all.
Yours in awkward but totally non-stalker admiration,
Matt
