Why can’t people just accept each other?
When things get a little rough, some of your fellow travelers may question your intentions. Others may turn back. Some may even try to throw you off course. The people who are more preoccupied with your quest than their own are meant to get left behind.
To the people who are questioning my sexuality — — don’t worry. I do, too. I am a girl who identifies as a lesbian. Yet, sometime I think and feel that “I am more than that.
Someone scolds me, saying I should be grateful to have such an accepting mother. I could write a hundred lists about why she is a great parent, none of which include loving me “despite” being gay.
Her teeth shine with secrecy, my angel of small death
with a halo of hair the color of wine,
lady rising out of a champagne lake, and
I am drunk off her.
“With homosexuals, it’s the same. Out of compassion, let’s get rid of them now.”
“The Gay’s Can’t Give Us A Day To Celebrate Ourselves SMH.”
And it usually happens so innocently. Like it’s not like you sign up for this, ya know? You don’t wake up one day and think, “Gee, I really want to complicate my life by catching feelings for someone who has a 0.000% chance of reciprocating!”
If a space that was designed for us to revel in our queerness, our brownness, our language is wrecked, where else can we go? And the answer is nowhere.
The Pulse shooting was not a function of Islam, or fundamentalism, or terrorism.