No freedom till we're equal. Sunday morning rant...
I'm not gay. My best friend is though, and she's the most beautiful person I know, inside and out.
I think about going that way, no doubt about it. What with all the "awesome" guys I date.
I'm not saying I know what it's like to experience racism or be discriminated against for your sexual orientation. I grew up Canadian, straight, cute, friendly. I can't complain. I do know what it's like to be judged though.
I had to leave the Jehovah's Witnesses. Even though I was raised that way, even though it meant losing everyone I'd ever loved. It's not a choice. It just wasn't who I was. And lying about it for the rest of my life would have killed me before I finally died from natural causes.
I hate religion. I realize the good it brings to some people's lives. But the flip side is all the families it tears apart. All the friends it takes away from you. All the wars it starts.
The shunning from the inside seems to continue on the outside. We're in our 30s people, we all have a back story by now. I put up with yours. My ex was over the other day and I had to ask him what is wrong with me? When every time I tell that story the guy gives up on me immediately? Or, the couple of guys who have stuck around and feel like I owe them?
I really don't owe you anything. You decide to be with me, knowing my story? I'm grateful for the love and support, but I don't owe you anything. Staying was your choice.
He agreed I have to tell it eventually. But he didn't have an answer to my question so he just gave me a big hug.
There was a point where I felt it would be better to die than be myself. I'm not there anymore. Love is patient, love is kind. And the sun is shining on us today. Let's make it matter.
Sullivan out.
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