Hey, Little boy, you can’t go where the others do. Because you don’t look like they do… Hey old man, how can you stand to think that way??? Did you really think about it before you made the rules? That’s just the way it is. Some things will never change… Oh, now, don’t you believe it.
Maybe my stance on LGBT rights comes to me because my closest cousin is a lesbian. We grew up together. She’s the sister of my heart. When my cup is too full, she’s the guy I call. Maybe it’s because my first significant other was a bisexual man… Maybe it’s because I can’t see hating someone based on how they use their genitals with other consenting adults.
I have been spending time with people who do not share my beliefs. These are genuinely nice people who just don’t think like I do. They’re scared. Different is scary, in a way I would not have understood had I not been hanging with people who can only see things one way. Jesus saves, boys and girls…. Except for the part where he doesn’t. I have always believed that homophobia stems from a person’s own inner desires… but now I think that ignorance breeds fear. Dear gracious universe, am I ever glad that I don’t have to listen to that garbage anymore.
The primary, noticeable difference between my cousin and I is that she lays down with girls and I lay down with boys. My appearance is feminine, for the most part. I like to sparkle. She usually sports a buzz cut and wants to know if that sparkly shit gets in my eyes. Now let’s talk about how we’re alike. We’re both ridiculously loyal to our loved ones. Love to cook, enjoy hanging out with family and friends. We both like to shoot things… we both like venison, bubble baths and fireballs. But we have sex differently. Alert the media. The potty controversy is bringing this post on, because it breaks my goddamn heart that I have to be scared for this woman that I love to use a public toilet right now. Because she doesn’t look like I do.
So… there are things that I am willing to really fight for, and equality for all is one of them. LGBT people are not really different. People have always had sexual differences, the difference is that now we talk about it. Gender identity doesn’t equal sexual predator. Fifty years ago, being a survivor of domestic violence would be something to be ashamed of… today, when I spend the month of October talking about my experiences, I am lauded. The world is full of closets to hide in…. in all shapes and sizes. I’d love for you to read this particular blog, because she says it so much better than I do… and I agree. Stand tall and proud, boys, because it never occurred to you to give a damn about the safety of women and children until somebody made it about dicks.