When an NFL player with a $7 million dollar contract has a male roommate, you have to wonder. And then you feel ashamed, for wondering whether or not a high-profile athlete might be gay. And then you wonder why wondering whether someone is gay is such a terrible thing.
Cedric Benson was arrested last week for beating the bloody crap out of his roommate (Benson and his alleged victim, right, in happier times). The victim of the alleged crime claims that Benson approached him, said they "needed to talk about their problems," and started pounding.
Benson allegedly punched him again and again and again - a lot like those hate crimes (or crimes of passion) when the perpetrator isn't satisfied with a single, withering blow. Benson now has a history of arrests for crimes mostly related to drug and alcohol abuse. A lot of unhappy gay men can relate to that.
Here we have a man in a heterosexual-dominated field, who has a long time male roommate, who has problems with drugs and alcohol, and real anger issues when it comes to "talking out his problems." Things that make you go "hmm."
Do we try to understand Cedric Benson, because he may be a panicked gay man trapped in a living lie, or blame this on a culture of homophobia (internalized and otherwise), or mind our own damn business?