I had someone question my character this week. Someone I thought was a friend, someone I thought had my back, someone I thought cared about me, someone who is a member of my family – blood – you know – the tie that binds…
I suppose I had it coming as I told her I had stopped her pictures and sayings from racist, homophobic, anti-Obama pages on Facebook coming to my news-feed. Let’s be clear – I never called her a racist or said she was homophobic – I simply said I didn’t want that crap coming on my page.
She informed me that she most certainly was not a racist or homophobic, and that perhaps I was the one who had a problem with my being gay as all I do it write and talk about it. She knows 2 gay men who weren’t offended, so it was me – I had the problem – I was wrong.
Lordy – does she not understand that it’s because of people like her that I have to write and talk about it all the time?
I understand that the world is full of racist, mean-spirited, hateful people. I mean just look at the lines of people wanting to buy the hater-chicken, all under the guise of the gays taking away their First Amendment Rights.
My feeling is this – don’t hide behind a chicken sandwich and an open Bible. Be honest with yourself, and just tell the truth. There will never be an honest dialog about anything unless and until we are all truthful.
I will admit that I’m a complex person – I can be moody at certain times, I lose my temper too quickly on occasion, I like Notre Dame Football, I watch the Real Housewives of Everywhere, I think Sean Connery was the best 007, I sing at the top of my lungs when I watch Mary Poppins, I cry like a little girl at the end of Field of Dreams, I love chocolate marshmallow ice cream, I love and hate the San Diego Chargers, But I never, ever question who I am.
What my family and all those folks in line to buy the chicken don’t understand is the courage it takes to realize who we really are and then live our lives. It’s not like we just say – yep – I’m gay and the whole world welcomes us. We say to ourselves – OMG I’m gay – what now? How do I tell my family and my friends? Will my church throw me out? Will my family throw me out? Will I get fired? Will I get beat up walking down the street? Will the kids at school bully me? Will I have the strength to live my life? It’s not that we gays live a courageous life – it’s just that sometimes it take courage to live a life.
It doesn’t take courage to hide behind the Constitution, open a Bible or say: I’ll have a chicken sandwich, some of those waffle fries and a large sweet tea.
It does take courage to say: I don’t like the posts you send, I don’t like your ant-gay religious talk, and I’m done being silent.