I gasped so loudly, it sounded like Judy Garland had shown up at my Christmas party. It happened during “Dashing in December,” a new holiday film on the Paramount Network about two men who fall in love on a ranch.
I involuntarily inhaled as Wyatt, a stuffy venture capitalist, locked lips with Heath, the sweetheart ranch hand. Watching it made me feel like Santa put me at the top of his nice list.
I’m gay. I kiss men. Never at a ranch, once at a Denny’s. But there was something so surprisingly renegade about the movie’s smooch.