I have to admit that I am uniquely qualified to write this blog on this particular topic. You see I am not gay but pretty much everyone thinks that I am. I get all the prejudice and none of the pleasure. Anyone who knows me would know that if I were gay there would not be a closet big enough for me to hide in, as that is just not my way. This is not to say that I have been all that lucky in the “finding a man” department but, as far as I know, that same thing can be said by many heterosexual women. I am living with my best friend and soul mate who happens to be a woman but much like Gayle and Oprah, that does not define my sexual preference.
We have this weird idea in this country that marriage and parenting is defined a certain way. Oh, I know…I know…but the bible says. Well, folks, the bible says a lot of mean and terrible things about what you should do to philandering men and we obviously don’t care about that, now do we Governor Terminator or Mr. “IMF”. Wonder what the bible would say about Charlie Sheen. Hmmm
Well here’s just one story that begs telling and then trying to somehow make it sound different than it is. I know several gay couples, men and women. (By the way, you all do, you just might not know it or don’t care to admit it.) One lesbian couple lives in a major city, both women hold very good jobs and wanted to adopt a teenage child a while back but it did not work out. Had nothing to do with their sexual preference, just to the movement of life. One of the gals brother, quite “straight” and his “very straight” but crazy wife have divorced. The “husband” and “dad” is going to move to Alaska to live with his new girlfriend and her two kids. The “mom” started dating some guy online and got pregnant (she is well over 40 by the way) and told her kids just as soon as she found out and was “surprised” that they were not thrilled. Her 13 year old is having some real problems with all this. (Hey, wouldn’t anyone). The two gay aunts have opened up their home, their gay but very stable home, to this kid.
Now, close your bible for a moment. Sit there, in the silence of your soul, and ask yourself the question, “If you were God, which set of “parents” would you choose for this kid.” You don’t have to tell your neighbors or your family what you said in the silence of your soul. But you can’t, with any kind of love in your heart or sanity in your head, say “Gee, I would pick the dad who throws away his son for his girlfriend’s kids or mom who can’t understand that keeping her legs together and keeping her family together might both be important.”
I so applaud these two women. They stepped up when this kids own parents didn’t know how or didn’t want to or whatever. But they did it out of the best and purest motivation. Out of love and selflessness. That has to be it. Imagine taking in a 13 year old boy (remember hormones) who has “issues” to begin with. It’s got to be love.
Damn. The fact that I’m supporting these two gay ladies is just another reason that people can use to convince themselves that I’m gay. You know what??? Whatever??? I will always be for what makes sense and what brings the most light. Gay used to be a word that meant happy and carefree. So go ahead call me gay (my grandmother's nick name was Gay before the most recent conotation because her grandson could not say grandma) And, oh, if you know any good-looking, wealthy guys who want to date a stage 4 lung cancer patient, be sure to let me know.
3 comments:
Liz, You crack me up! i loved this blog. i know that you said that u will b at the relay this sat. i will c u there! i am on the jcp team! luv ya
Well put. It is so often easy to stand in judgement of a 'general situation'...UNTIL it becomes a practical reality. It is only when you are in the shoes, or near the shoes of someone who is walking in them, that you really see how little we all know. And how little we all understand. It is easier to judge than to hold hands with someone being judged. I met you briefly Liz, and could immediately tell that there were a 'thousand wheels' spinning behind your eyes. Hope to see you again. As the wisest person I have ever met once told me...CELEBRATE YOUR DIFFERENCES! He told me this as I married a man who is the complete polar opposite of me. It has gotten us through some very challenging situations.
I just checked on your blog to see if you've been writing over the summer and was so glad to read this post as well as the one about golf. Thank God for the love and maturity of your friends who saw a child in need and stepped up. Talk about changing the world in so many ways. They are an inspiration for all and I wish them every blessing. Thank you for sharing their story.
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