Boring…like embarrassingly boring. That’s my life. Seriously, I’m embarrassed to write about it. So please don’t make fun of me. Like, we DON’T go to bars, we go to dinner parties and have friends over. My husband loves to make curry. We watch movies. We go for walks. We take our dog to the dog park. No FRILLS….No DISCO balls….Just LIFE. That’s me. But to me, it’s GLORIOUSLY boring- if that’s a thing.
Last weekend, we went to PRIDE. We walked around and got all kinds of plastic objects hurled at us from the people in the floats. Of course, my husband kept everything; because who knows when the next time we will need temporary tattoos or rainbow-colored feather boas. We saw Dikes on Bikes and gay veterans and trans children and even a few naked people. Truly it was a little bit of everything. We go every year and every year I get excited, like a kid at Christmas. I guess at PRIDE I feel like these are my people….They get me. They know what it’s like to be a square peg in a round hole, to be… just a little different.
So, I feel proud when I go to Pride and I proudly walk around in my cowboy hat and rainbow-colored boa, and I have my day.
But today I think about the gay men, lesbians and transgendered people who came before me. I think about how they were arrested, humiliated, mistreated and yet they remained PROUD. I ponder the men whose pictures I saw when I visited the Auschwitz Concentration Camp with the pink triangles sewn onto their uniforms. I remember Matthew Shepherd and my brothers and sisters who died at the Pulse nightclub. I stand in solidarity with my gay SISTERS in Chechnya, Iraq, Syria, Saudi Arabia, Indonesia and many other countries who persecute homosexuals and transgendered. I think of the men who have been:
…thrown off buildings
…abandoned by their families
BECAUSE OF WHO THEY ARE, and who they LOVE.
So I think of these people and I am PROUD but sad… so PROUD of those who went before me and were brave, because I am not sure I could ever be so BRAVE. And sad, very sad, that in 2017, at this very minute we have brothers and sisters who are:
…thrown off buildings
….abandoned by their families
So, let us celebrate that some of us can be MARRIED, and ADOPT CHILDREN and be PRIME MINISTER. But let us not forget those who can’t and let us never stop fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves.