Practice was over and everyone was in the locker room getting undressed in order to shower. Most awkward when you are in eighth grade. Moreso if you are a nascent gay boy around lots of unruly jocks. Suddenly organ music was playing, and I was confused.
One of my classmates had a giant jam box on the bench where he was changing clothes. The jam box was the source of the organ music. Had organ music suddenly become popular, I wondered? I was a dorky, religious and intellectual kid who had no sense of popular trends. Then, suddenly, the organ gave way to the beats of one of the most popular songs of the moment.
This was the first time I ever heard the album Faith by George Michael (as opposed to the hit single, and ultimately singles, on the radio).
I was raised a Southern Baptist. We were always on guard for religious faith to be mocked in popular culture. We were particularly alarmed whenever spirituality and sexuality were intertwined (Madonna freaked Evangelicals out). So all these impulses and passions were at war when I listened to such popular music.
The decades bring further reflection upon the enjoyable ironies of moment. Here in the most homoerotic of heterosexual spaces--the junior high locker room--I always felt manifestly uncomfortable and most different from my classmates. Playing this sexually charged popular music made me feel even more different. Yet, the cool, popular straight guys were listening to George Michael sing erotic songs. George Michael who later came out as gay.