Quote:I did have an uncle named Bill Sage, not Saget. A great man. And such a nice name, Sage. Rolls off the tongue. Not like Saget. Add the T and you’re in for it at school . . . Saget the Fagg*t, Sag-ass, Sag-nuts, Sag-balls—I’ve heard all the variables. As I got older I tried to make fun of my own name before other people did: “Sag-balls, don’t mind if I do . . .”

To this day, I feel blessed to have been named Robert. Why my parents named my sister Gay, I don’t know. When she was born in 1946, gay only meant “happy.” The joke we have all heard is “And it still does, baby!!” But with the last name Saget, my sister had it doubly rough as she got older. People can be cruel, even if they are basically good. The fact that our family’s last name rhymes with fagg*t is obvious and sophomoric, but ironically those are two personality traits necessary to be a bully and a name-caller. Gay was a great teacher, but if a student didn’t like her, they would call her “Gay Fagg*t,” which is not only hurtful, but even more in present times, once again, redundant.

(June 27, 2023 at 9:00 pm)brewer Wrote: Cumming(s)