I hope little kids were watching ESPN when Michael Sam got drafted.
I hope they saw him kiss his boyfriend on national television and I hope the image sunk into their brains and they never forget it.
And I hope that two or ten or twenty years from now, when those little kids are getting ready to come out, they think of that moment, when two men kissed out of sheer love and joy and ESPN didn’t cut the feed, and they think, “Yes, I can do this, there are people in the world who will love me just as I am.”
I hope little kids see gay people kissing all the time. I hope little kids see gay couples holding hands and cuddling at the movies and shopping for groceries together and arguing over what kind of dog food they should buy. I hope little kids see people in shirts that say ’Everyone is Queer' and overhear women in supermarket lines talking loudly about their hormone therapy. I hope little kids see queer people being loudly, proudly, obviously queer at any given opportunity.
Because some little kids are going to grow up to be queer, and they are going to need to know that they’re not alone.