Something a dear friend wrote, and then read to two of her college classes this semester. I have permission to share with you. More importantly, I encourage you to read it.
Before I start, there are a few important things for all of you to know. I am very emotional about what I’m going to be talking about. I very possibly might cry at some point during this rant, or after it. I’m a terrible actress, so the emotion that you see, it’s real. If at any point during my rant, you do not feel comfortable, you are free to leave the room and sit outside until I am done. However, you should know that should you do that, the message you are sending me is that you are a bigot, and cannot even listen to opposing viewpoints from your own. I’ve heard all the possible arguments for your opinions, there’s really nothing new you could throw at me. And honestly I just don’t care. The type of people who would walk out of this rant are the type of people who I’ve had to listen to my entire life. This is my chance to talk. This is my chance to be heard. At the end of this rant if anybody feels the need to express an opinion or ask me a question they can feel free to do so in front of the class, or later speak to me in private.
Last night before I went to sleep I did one of the most important things in the world to me. I told somebody incredibly special that I loved them. I said three very simple and very heartfelt words to my girlfriend. Yes, for the record, I’m a girl, and I’m dating a girl. And as okay as I am with myself and who I am, and who I love, that’s still incredibly hard for me to say in such a public forum as this. Just saying that out loud involves a good deal of trust in you, my peers.
Last week I went to my Philosophy class like I usually do, ready to discuss a book that I enjoy, 1984, by George Orwell. What I wasn’t prepared for was an assault on my very existence. Most of my classmates either know that I’m a lesbian, or have probably guessed, because for me it isn’t a secret. The assault that I was so shocked and caught off guard by, was begun by the statement by one of my classmates that the government has to protect society in certain ways, such as the Gay Marriage Bill that was rejected by the New York State Senate recently. For those of you who aren’t familiar, the New York State Senate recently voted 38 to 24 against passing a bill that would extend marriage rights to same-sex couples.
My instant reaction to this statement was shock. Of all the directions I could have anticipated that class going, my classmate telling me that gay marriage was against the interests of society was certainly not one of them. Hardly before I could recover from my immediate shock, another student and then another chimed in their opinions against same-sex marriage, or even gay people in general. According to several students, those opposed to same-sex marriage have “very good points”, but of course few in the class would admit to being against same-sex marriage themselves.
The emotion that immediately followed that shock was anger. Extreme anger from pent up frustration, for things I’ve left unsaid, and for the false hopes I’ve felt in the past years. I literally bit my tongue so hard that it bled. I held myself in check at that time, because I knew that no argument espoused in anger was going to overturn the beliefs of my peers. As much as people try to say that being against homosexuality, homosexual acts, or same-sex marriage isn’t personal, I’m sorry, that’s personal. That is literally as personal as I get. We are talking about some of my best friends. We are talking about the person I LOVE. The woman, who I think about as I fall asleep at night. The woman who puts up with all of my insanities, eccentricities, oddities, and absurdities. You tell me that my love for her isn’t valid, yes, I get angry.
Since I’ve come to terms with being gay, there have been a lot of things to hope for. There was opposition to Proposition 8 in California, the opposition to the lesser known Question 1 in Maine, and finally with the proposed bill in New York. These are things that I have hoped for, sometimes for months or years. These are causes that I put my heart behind. These are causes that have failed. Each loss cuts as deep as the last. Each singular vote against same-sex marriage or same-sex rights in general is a singular vote too many. With each new vote, each new decision, I invest my hope. It’s extremely hard to have your hopes crushed over and over again. It’s disheartening, and honestly I do give up hope sometimes.
The emotions that began to mix with the anger soon became guilt and shame. Shame that I didn’t just stand up in front of that class, stand up for myself and for other people like me. I sacrificed my voice in effort to not make a stir. I’m tired of not making a fuss, of saying it’s okay when really, it’s not. No, I do not feel okay about any of this. No, I won’t be silent about it anymore. For me, being silent means I might as well be in the closet. I’m not saying that every individual who is gay needs to be out and vocal. I’m saying that that’s what I need to maintain my sanity.
Part of that guilt and shame was because I know that in situations like that class I often let my peers or even people I look up to and respect shove me back into the closet or minimize the impact that this aspect of my life has on me as a whole. I don’t know who is reading or listening to this, or how much you know about how I suffered at my own hands and at the hands of others in my attempts to come to terms with who I am as an individual. Most people who know me well enough express shock that it took me until I was sixteen to even start questioning my sexuality. Really, I’m surprised I started that early. I’ve always known I was different, and looking back I feel blind and like everybody else knew something I didn’t know. Being gay wasn’t even a possibility in my mind. People I loved and respected placed my trust in, routinely gay-bashed and ranted about ‘the gay agenda’. When I finally started to see the parts of me that I had been hiding, I despised myself.
I can’t even begin to describe that feeling of self-hatred, of trying to reconcile the morals I had been raised with and the messages of hate being thrown at me from every direction with the fact that I didn’t think I was a bad person. Looking back it seems hard to believe I survived it at all. My world was rocked to the core, and it hasn’t been anything close to the same ever since. I know that I survived because I was able to reach out to the right people, and I had friends who fully supported me and were there for me when I really needed them. Regardless of the distance between us now, I will never forget what those friends did for me.
I cannot say enough how much realizing I was gay changed my life entirely. In my life thus far, it has been the single most important event in my life.
I honestly feel lucky that I made it through so relatively unscathed. Too many young people going through the same things I did, or something similar, don’t make it. I don’t think that’s acceptable. It’s really almost impossible for anybody who hasn’t gone through something like that, or helped somebody they love go through something like that to understand the intense emotional, mental and philosophical struggles involved. Maybe reading or hearing this will help you to understand at least some of the struggle that I have gone through, and from other gay people I’ve talked to, many others have gone through as well.
I don’t want to just talk about me though, because that would give the impression that I’m alone. I’m not alone, and it took me a long time to realize that. LGBTQ people seemed to me for a long time to be something distant, in a different society than the one I lived in. The truth is that there are people all around us who are lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and queer. And sometimes it’s people who are open and out. But sometimes, sometimes it’s that person you’re ranting to about how immoral homosexuality is. Sometimes it’s somebody you don’t know is gay, who doesn’t advertise. I want all of you to count the number of people you interact with today. The most commonly given statistic is that 1 in 10 people are gay. T hat means that if you interact with 100 people today, the odds are that around 10 of them are gay. Count the number of people in this class. How many people sitting in this class are gay or questioning their sexuality in some way? I can’t tell you that answer. But maybe you should consider that fact when you start feeling like it’s okay to ever gay-bash, or even just the effect your tone might make on somebody who is gay.
I have a friend. An amazing girl who can brighten up my day with just a smile. She’s sweet, kind, incredibly funny, and smart as a whip. She told me the other day that she used to identify herself as bisexual. When I asked her why that was a past tense thing, she told me that people had told her to just make up her mind already. My reaction to that? She’s who she is. And nobody should be telling her what she should or shouldn’t be, or who she should or shouldn’t love. I don’t know how she feels about her sexuality, and I honestly am not going to say that she’s in any one category or another. I’m not going to presume to know what she is. All I can tell you is that I love her, she’s my friend, and nothing about her sexuality is ever going to push me away or make me act like a bitch.
I have another friend. I love this guy. He was born female-bodied and is transgender, FTM or female to male. He has such an amazing personality. His philosophies on life intrigue me, and I can honestly say that every time I talk to him I learn something. He makes me think, and more often than not, he inspires me. And yet I see the suffering that he goes through. I see the complete bullshit that people at school or work, family or friends, put him through. I see the lack of respect, and sometimes just ignorance that people show towards him. I can only begin to imagine the things that he has to deal with, the stuff that I don’t have to even think about, but can become a major issue for him. What I hate to see most is the imbeciles, the complete and total morons who only see him for the body he was born in, and not the man he is becoming. I feel honored to be in his life, to be there whenever I can for him. I see the beauty on the outside and inside of him.
As things stand right now there are so many ways in which I and the people I love and identify with can be discriminated against, denied of rights, and face violence.
12 states have hate crime legislation that covers sexual orientation and gender identity. Another 18 cover only sexual orientation without covering gender identity. That means that in 20 states I could be beaten to a pulp or even killed because I’m a lesbian and it would not be even possible to prosecute as a hate crime. Even in places where hate crime legislation does exist to protect LGBTQ persons, the probability of a hate crime being prosecuted as such is rather slim. The prosecution must show that the offender both knew the person was LGBTQ and that they acted out of hatred towards that person. Hate crime legislation merely means that there is the possibility, not a probability.
There are no federal laws that ban housing discrimination against LGBTQ persons. As far as state laws against housing discrimination go, there are 14 states that ban discrimination against lesbian, gay and bisexual persons. Only 4 states have explicit laws against housing discrimination based on gender identity. So that means that in 36 states I could be denied housing because I’m a lesbian.
For more than 20 years there was a ban on HIV-positive visitors or immigration. On October 30th, 2009, President Obama announced that this ban would be lifted, taking effect on January 4th, 2010. Under the ban, HIV-positive foreign nationals were not allowed to enter the U.S. unless granted a special waiver which was difficult to obtain and only allowed short-term travel. Beyond even HIV status it is impossible to gain citizenship via the traditional methods of marriage for same-sex couples because the federal government does not recognize these relationships, even when legally performed out of country.
It was easier when I was younger, to not be so invested in having the right to marry. But I’m nineteen now. I am in no way ready to get married. But I see friends my age who are having children or getting married. I want to get married at some point. I’m not naive; I don’t think the whole thing is going to be a honeymoon, but I want to get married at some point nonetheless. As things stand right now, I cannot get married in this state. There isn’t even that possibility for me. How many years will it be before I can legally be married to a woman that I love in this state? 5? 10? 15 years?
Here are the statistics for what same-sex marriage means in the United States. Same-sex marriage is currently legal in Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa, and Vermont. Starting in 2010 it will also be legal in New Hampshire. Washington, D.C. also recently voted to legalize same-sex marriage. New York State recognizes out of state same-sex marriages, but does not perform them. Those are the hopeful statistics.
Then there’s the fact that 41 states have bans on same-sex marriage or same-sex unions in general, often in their state constitutions. Do you have any idea how disheartening that is?
I’m relatively lucky. I feel safe walking down the street walking my pride belt. I can wear my rainbow bracelet to class every day and not fear for my life. I’m not scared of being beaten up in the bathroom because I dress too much like a boy for the comfort of many women. I’ve been called a boy in the last two months now more than I could even imagine. In the past month I have had women try to kick me out of at least three rest rooms, a dressing room, and been repeatedly called a boy, he, or sir. I mostly laugh it off. But there are places in this country that I would not feel safe. There are places in other countries where I would not be safe at all. If I walked down some streets, in this country or across the world, dressed like I am right now, especially if it was with my girlfriend, I would probably be beaten, raped, and possibly killed.
I asked one of my friends to write about her experiences with hate crimes. This is what I’m reading for her.
2005. Southern State. Walking down a road. I was wearing a tee-shirt that said; Taste my rainbow with the skittles flying all over. I was wearing a pride belt, pride bracelets, and rainbow show laces. I looked like a 100% gay kid. I was thrown into an alley by two guys who were probably 19 or 20. They yelled at me, asked me what stage I was going through, etc. 2 black eyes later and several broken ribs I was told that because that state didn’t have hate crime laws, and I had no way to prove it even was a hate crime, I was shit out of luck.
2008. Texas. Walking around in my short hair, looking all butched out. With several friends. A few local males came up, threw me down, broke my wrist, and left bruises on most of my friends. We were a band of gays, straights, and bisexuals. No one would have known any of us apart. It was a random crime, one in which these men had been listening to our conversation. One that was classified as a mugging, nothing more. Only, nothing was stolen. Nothing was done about it. No arrests made, no apologies, no conclusion. Such is the life of a gay.
I’m relatively lucky because I’ve faced hate speech, I’ve faced the slurs and shit-talking, but I’ve never been hit because of who I love. How many of you can say that in your lifetime the probabilities are in favor of you being beaten at some point by a stranger or group of strangers simply because of who they perceive you to love? How would any of you feel if I walked into class tomorrow and you saw me covered in bruises and cuts? How would you feel if I told you that I had been beaten to within an inch of my life because somebody saw me holding my girlfriend’s hand, and just didn’t like the fact that I love another woman?
Hate speech is not to be minimized. Being told to my face that I am immoral, somehow inferior, or just plain dirty does affect me. I put up a strong front. Don’t show weakness. Don’t show fear. Every overtly homophobic remark hurts me. Every covertly homophobic remark hurts me. Every time that I have to hear the hatred and ignorance, I am pained.
I am not going to apologize for being gay. I am not going to apologize for being angry. I have every right to be gay. I have every right to be angry.
Things to Note:
Empirical data suggests that with the inclusion of a larger section of the population through legalized same-sex marriage in other countries such as Denmark, marriage has developed a stronger relevance to the traditionally more open-minded youth.
Research also suggests that it is the institution of the family rather than the specific construct that has the larger impact on children. Children appear to function and develop better in situations where their caregivers are in healthy and loving relationships that divide responsibilities in an egalitarian manner, regardless of the sex or sexuality of the parents.
The belief that homosexuality is not a choice, but pre-determined by some variety of other factors appears to be correlated to a belief that homosexuals are due certain rights. Conversely, the belief that homosexuality is a choice is associated with the belief that homosexuality is a deviancy and should not be encouraged by providing legal protections or rights for homosexuals.
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