So I accidentally came out to my aunt today in the middle of an argument. I was so offended, so insulted on my behalf and on everyone else’s that I just blurted it out. The ensuing ‘conversation’ was awful and I am emotionally spent. My sister says that it’s fine, and not a big deal and that I should get over it.
It’s not fine. It is a big deal. I will not get over it.
The things my aunt said were awful, ignorant and homophobic. It is not okay to make a human being feel like they are less of a person because of the way they were born. It’s not.
We do not deserve to be treated like lower class citizens.
We do not deserve to have to hide from our friends and family because we’re afraid of retribution from them.
We do not deserve to have to hide our flags and wipe off our face paint when we leave Pride just to get home safely.
We do deserve to be ourselves.
We do deserve to be happy and heard.
We do deserve to be treated like human beings.
We have days, weeks and even months dedicated to awareness, to making our community visible. But, is it visible outside of our community? Do people that need to be educated actually see it? See us? Not really. If people go looking for it it’s there, if people go looking for it our community is vibrant and thriving. But if they don’t, they hardly know it exists.
Well, screw that.
I’m going to make posters and put them in places that people are going to see, I’m going to hand out flyers just like every other group does, I’m going to organise parties and festivals in the middle of my city where we can’t be ignored. I’m going to paint my city with rainbows and they are going to see it.
I lied. I do believe in love, I believe in it more than anything. I just say I don’t because then I’m safe. Then I don’t have to admit I’m in love with you. I’m too scared to admit it because I feel that I will never be good enough. I think I’m unloveable, so it’s easier to pretend. I believe in love, but I don’t.
It’s something that we all probably dream about, at one time or another in our lives, female or male. Finding one perfect person that fits the missing puzzle piece inside us, and we fit theirs. Andy and Sam have that. - Ben Bass
But as long as I was going to be McNally, it was going to be Sam. Always - Missy Peregrym