Anyone? Anyone?
A candidate's professed man of God lays the blame for Katrina on a gay parade indicating New Orleans got what she deserved.
The president of Gambia vowed to behead all homosexuals if they don't leave the country telling landlords to boot them to the street so they will be easier to slaughter like a countrywide cull.
Is it any wonder that so many stay in the closet or that kids kill kids or themselves for being gay?
Hell, no.
I was thinking about why I suddenly came up with the idea to provide an online haven for those wanting to come out or stay in and all I really had to do was shut up long enough for the answer to come.
I have been out to everyone since I was a teenager. Family, friends and co workers. I hide nothing. I'm 46 years old and know who I am. I'm about as comfortable as a human being can be in their own skin. I've made peace with myself over a pretty horrendous past filled with self inflicted misery. I live a really joyful existence. It's all good.
And then came a knot in the tummy that couldn't be explained away by Jose Pepper's chicken enchilada platter.
It began with a night of comedy. The comic asked if there were any gays in the audience. Put your hand up... say something...go ahead...hand up...hand up...hand up.
I didn't do it.
I moved to the back of the bus as though I was flawed, perverted and morally wrong. Why? I was with the only two people on the planet who never heard "the coming out talk."
For family reasons I never told my beloved nieces. I just assumed now that they were older and so much smarter than Aunt Susie (or read my myspace page) that they had figured it out and for whatever reasons it merely went unspoken. Hiding it was not a comment about them or their ability to handle it. Yet, here I was in this unexpected situation and I gave up my seat just like that.
And while this may seem insignificant to most, it ate my lunch. Coming Out 101 evolved out of that violation of conscience. I had forgotten how that feels.
I don't have lofty goals for this site. Its ideals were already in place when it came through me and arrived nearly complete. Sites don't get built in four days content and all, but this one did. I trust it'll reach who it needs to reach.
So...
Come out or stay in, but know that there is nothing in you that warrants being teased, bullied or murdered in the name of religion, nationalism or gym class. There is nothing wrong with you - nothing.
To my nieces:
I'm a lesbian. I'm sorry I didn't act like a grown up and tell you sooner.
To Roseanne Barr:
Thanks a lot for the freakin' question.
The president of Gambia vowed to behead all homosexuals if they don't leave the country telling landlords to boot them to the street so they will be easier to slaughter like a countrywide cull.
Is it any wonder that so many stay in the closet or that kids kill kids or themselves for being gay?
Hell, no.
I was thinking about why I suddenly came up with the idea to provide an online haven for those wanting to come out or stay in and all I really had to do was shut up long enough for the answer to come.
I have been out to everyone since I was a teenager. Family, friends and co workers. I hide nothing. I'm 46 years old and know who I am. I'm about as comfortable as a human being can be in their own skin. I've made peace with myself over a pretty horrendous past filled with self inflicted misery. I live a really joyful existence. It's all good.
And then came a knot in the tummy that couldn't be explained away by Jose Pepper's chicken enchilada platter.
It began with a night of comedy. The comic asked if there were any gays in the audience. Put your hand up... say something...go ahead...hand up...hand up...hand up.
I didn't do it.
I moved to the back of the bus as though I was flawed, perverted and morally wrong. Why? I was with the only two people on the planet who never heard "the coming out talk."
For family reasons I never told my beloved nieces. I just assumed now that they were older and so much smarter than Aunt Susie (or read my myspace page) that they had figured it out and for whatever reasons it merely went unspoken. Hiding it was not a comment about them or their ability to handle it. Yet, here I was in this unexpected situation and I gave up my seat just like that.
And while this may seem insignificant to most, it ate my lunch. Coming Out 101 evolved out of that violation of conscience. I had forgotten how that feels.
I don't have lofty goals for this site. Its ideals were already in place when it came through me and arrived nearly complete. Sites don't get built in four days content and all, but this one did. I trust it'll reach who it needs to reach.
So...
Come out or stay in, but know that there is nothing in you that warrants being teased, bullied or murdered in the name of religion, nationalism or gym class. There is nothing wrong with you - nothing.
To my nieces:
I'm a lesbian. I'm sorry I didn't act like a grown up and tell you sooner.
To Roseanne Barr:
Thanks a lot for the freakin' question.
Comments