Sunday, July 7, 2013

Sooooooo GAY!!!!

I've been thinking a lot about the great things my parents taught me this week. 

I don't even know if they realize some of the beautiful lessons they taught just by being themselves. 

When I was a kid my parents were witnesses for a wedding. The couple were related to relatives they were both family in a sense. The lovely bride was in her 60's and the groom was in his 30's. Their families were up in arms. Everybody had a negative opinion. None of it mattered......they were in love. 

When she got sick and was dying he stuck to her side. When she left this earth, after only giving him a handful of years, it crushed him. It most definitely was real love. There was no age limit. 

In my family once you're are considered family forever. So when my pale blond aunt was getting married we were all there. Some people were shocked when they met Joe the first time. It was a shock to their social training. Because Joe is black. I didn't notice anything wrong. It was funny that he was so soft spoken for such a large man. But the color of his skin made no difference.

I will always call him Uncle Joe. No blood relation at all....but he is a great man. 

Together they made my beautiful cousin Tiffany. She's gorgeous, a perfect blend of mocha and hazel eyes. Looking at her makes you understand why artists mix colors together. It definitely was real love. There was no color code.

Seeing those relationships at such a young age taught me to be accepting and open. 

On my senior choir tour in high school, I was sitting in a diner with a handful of my friends. A few of them came out to me about being gay. There was no shock or awe for me. Just business as usual. They were still themselves to me...nothing was different. A year later in college I sat in a diner and looked up and down the table. I was the only straight person there.
I was lucky enough to be in the music program with a friend from high school. The shyness he had in high school started to melt away. He changed his name from Billy to Will. He began to show the light he felt he had to keep hidden for so many years. It was beautiful. I love him so much and I'm so grateful to facebook for bringing a tiny bit of him back into my life. 

I wish I could explain just how passionate about the human spirit I truly am. 

I was the girl in high school who would see the assholes picking on the special ed kids and I'd fight for them. Later I would cry because I knew I would not always be there...and they'd be picked on forever. I feel the pain of others in my soul...truly I do.
And I hate the haters from causing it.

Today I feel the same need to protect and defend my gay friends. Whenever I hear Mackelmore's song "Same Love"  I cry. Literally every time. To know that my friend was scared in high school. To know that he thought maybe it would be easier to be dead. I never knew about any of his feelings. Maybe I was too self centered to notice. Maybe he kept it well hidden. 

 It kills me. 

Love is love. It is not sex specific

When you look up the definition of gay this is what you find.

a : happily excited : merry <in a gay mood>
b : keenly alive and exuberant : having or inducing high spirits<a bird's gay spring song>
a : brightlively <gay sunny meadows>
b : brilliant in color

It makes complete sense to me. Because the community that befriended me is alive and happy and exuberant and brilliant in color. 

My parents taught me that love is love no matter the sex, color, age. 

This is an amazing time in history for love. I'm so glad that my children will get to see the freedom. My oldest  daughter has friends who have same sex parents. She came home from a play date and asked why she only had one mommy. Why I told her that I had fallen in love with Daddy and we were married she got angry. 


I'm sure my husband was thinking "SCORE!" 

All I could think was "Yes!" I am teaching her in this moment. Love is love.

I was so happy and excited and exuberant....I was clearly so gay!