Moments ago Cuban responded on his Maverick Blog. His answer to his own question “Am I a Homophobe?” is kind of roundabout. Here are the highlights from it:
Am I a Homophobe?
I certainly try not to be.
Yoda hates that answer, Mark.
I think at some level every single one of us is prejudice. There are things we all innately fear or are uncomfortable with. I don’t know if its nature or nurture, but I don’t believe any of us on this earth is so pure that we absolutely accept everyone as they are.
I do however feel that all of us can learn to accept everyone. I have come to realize, intellectually, that I personally don’t give a shit about your sex life, your spiritual life, your personal life, whatever. I have no problem with you being you. I accept who you are.
That doesn’t mean that I’m always completely sensitive to everyone I engage with. I have my own sense of humor. Things make me laugh that may or may not make you laugh. I’m the first to admit that sometimes my humor runs to the sophomoric. Like my high school buddy Todd, who I still refer to by his high school nickname, Boafy (don’t even remember how he got that name) says, every guy laughs at a fart joke. Not every guy does. But I do. And I’m good with that. I hope I’m 95 and still laughing at dumbass jokes.
But sometimes what I laugh at isn’t appreciated by others. It may even offend them if it comes out at the wrong time.
You sly bastard. Don't think I didn't catch the fart joke you slipped in there.
This blog post is not about trying to defend what I said. I’m not trying to defend my sense of humor. I’m not trying to convince you I’m not a homophobe. I’m not trying to justify anything at all.
I dunno, reads a bit “I'm trying to convince you I'm not a homophobe” to me.
I’m the last to be politically correct and the last thing I am trying to be here is politically correct. I honestly don’t give a shit what you think about me. But I think being the person I want to be includes not blurting out throw away jokes about sexuality, race, ethnicity, size, disability or other things people have no say in about themselves. I’m the guy who still feels bad about punching Michael Cooper in the stomach in 6th grade purely because he was overweight, even though I made the point to apologize to him when I ran into him at a reunion years later.
Even if I don’t care about you, it doesn’t mean I’m ok with making you uncomfortable or upset with a comment that references anything that is out of your control. That is not the person I want to be.
I’m happy to pick on you if you root for the wrong team. I’m happy to pick on you if you like doing The Wave. I’m happy to pick on you for a lot of reasons. Your sexuality should never be one of those reasons.
What about corpse f*ckers, Mark? I kind of feel like you're entering a gray area with those, no?
I like who I am. I love my life. But that doesn’t mean I won’t always try to be a better version of me And yes, I feel better having written this blog post
Notice how he forgot to add the period at the end there? Something tells me just prior to hitting submit his publicist made him delete “…and you can suck a d*ck if you don't like it.”