My arm is sore from patting myself on the back so much for being a strident supporter of equal rights for gay, lesbian, and transgender people. I wrote this and got some things off my chest, and many of you were complimentary and supportive, and that was lovely.
Elvis Presley recorded some 800 songs in his career, and to my knowledge In the Ghetto was the only one that addressed a social issue. We all have our causes. As a writer, I avoid using my digital soapbox to advocate, because in the end we all sing to our own choirs and go home with sore arms. What’s the point? If it matters to you, sacrifice for it. Go sleep in the Capitol rotunda for 31 days. Stand on the right side of the street at a protest and get called a faggot. Go out and get your skull cracked for the right to vote.
I need to tell you a story about how everything being done to support the gay rights movement, or the Big Gay Agenda, is just too late. Too late for some anyway. I saw an old friend this week in Texas. An early mentor of mine, she has spent most of her life working on behalf of kids who are homeless, runaways, or otherwise lost and forgotten. No better or worse a person than the rest of us, but a damn good egg. In all the time I have known her she has been with her partner, Nadia, another good egg. They raised a family together, and their kids now have kids, and there is even a great-grand child at this point.
Her partner, her love, and her soulmate fell ill with a catastrophic brain injury, requiring many surgeries that she somehow survived. She lost much of her ability to speak, and requires constant in home care, that my friend was willing and able to handle. Instead, Nadia’s aging mother was given power of attorney over her daughter, and promptly moved her 800 miles away from her home. You see, Nadia’s mother doesn’t believe in gay. Now, on the rarest occasion, they are permitted to see each other. Nadia is making great progress, but is still unable to assert her wishes legally so this family remains broken, because by the laws of this land they are not a family at all.
I hope on the day this nation arrives into the light, we celebrate even as we hang our heads in shame for the damage that can never be undone.
Have a nice weekend, enjoy your family time.