Now, before I say anything, I am a supporter of not even bothering with the label ‘gay.’ Why do I say label? To be absolutely honest, there’s a fabulous quotation about not having gay lunch or driving a gay car, but for the life of me I can’t find it. Essentially, I believe being gay is the same as being straight. Marriage isn’t gay because two people of the same gender are doing it. Sex isn’t gay because two people of the same gender are doing it. For the sake of simplicity, yes, I say “gay marriage” and “gay sex” in conversations, but it really doesn’t hold much weight to me. So what, they’re homosexual. I have a friend, Trekkie, who’s asexual. He loves everybody but won’t have sex with anybody. That’s fine. I don’t care. He’s just Trekkie to me.
My twin is gay. Do you think it weirded me out when I first found out?
…Well, yes, it did. I was a little upset. Not because I think it’s wrong or wish I could change him, but because it was a shock. I live in a bit of a fantasy world where my older siblings will get married and have lovely, well-behaved children and my twin will have a wife and lovely, well-behaved children. However, I think instead, my twin will have a great man as a husband and have lovely, well-behaved children. I’ve come to the fact now. What am I going to do about it? Continue to deny it? I don’t think so. It took me a week to stop forcibly pushing pictures of him kissing men to the back of my mind, maybe another week to keep myself from asking him if he thought a certain boy was cute, and then everything went back to normal. He’s my twin, and I love him the same whether he’s straight, gay, bi, asexual, omnisexual, plant-sexual. Whatever. Haha, plant-sexual. I’m sure that exists, and I hope whoever happens to be plant-sexual finds a nice plant to marry and love.
So, yeah, I’m a supporter of gay rights, I guess, because gay people are people, so I think they should have the same rights as everyone else does. After all, if a straight woman has more rights than a gay man, isn’t something wrong? I mean, isn’t this a male-dominated society or somesuch nonsense? I’m just saying, take the Oprah approach. “You get rights, you get rights, you get rights! Everybody gets rights!”
Respecting people for who they are is the same line of thinking, really. I think it’s best illustrated in this “Freshly Pressed” blog: http://raisingmyrainbow.com/2012/01/15/my-son-the-dancer/
Honestly, it takes having someone in your life who’s “different” to really appreciate the reason to respect someone, but my lesbian aunts are who I’m talking about, not my twin.
My aunts have loved one another since I was little. I mean, when I was really young (6-11), I didn’t realize they were partners. I didn’t even know what that meant. Around 12-years-old, I found out what a lesbian was, and for a week or so during their visit I was a little weirded out. My blood-relative aunt shrunk away. She always had problems accepting her sexuality because she grew up in a very Catholic environment, where she “knew” being gay was wrong. After a couple of days of promising myself nothing had changed with the realization, I started playing with both of them again. My non-blood aunt happily accepted the fact that I’d continued to play with them after my realization, and my mom had carefully explained to me that nothing was different than before, but as I said, I’d already come to that realization.
My blood-aunt is… Well, she’s not doing so well anymore. I haven’t seen her for an extended period of time since I was twelve. She went a little crazy and she’s now in a mental hospital. I think. She won’t talk to anyone in the family, and though it still hurts a little, I’ve come to accept that fact, too. I like to think of her as she was, with the smiles and the hugs and the fun and the being my (don’t tell the rest of my family) favorite aunt. It’s kind of like she died, and in a way she did. But I understand the circumstances, and if she doesn’t want to see the family anymore, it doesn’t mean she hates me (I feel like a five-year-old, parroting what my mother told me) or the rest of my family. She’s just confused and off of her medication. So that’s that.
My non-blood aunt still visits a lot, and even though my mom’s side of the family is a little reluctant to accept her (they, by whatever unfounded reasoning, believe she’s the reason my aunt went crazy, which isn’t even close to the truth) I wholeheartedly enjoy the relationship with her, and only hope she continues to visit us. I love her so much, and I can’t imagine life without her. I can’t really believe my blood-aunt doesn’t visit anymore, but it has been six years, and she’s beginning to fade into memory.
I try not to mention her much at my house, because my mom almost always starts to cry, and it upsets me to see my mom upset.
So respect people, be they straight, asexual, gay, bisexual, a little eccentric, a little off, a little odd. Because you never know when you aren’t going to see them again, and you’ll have wished you had.
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