I set out to write a book to shift the narrative of the gay community and the church. Instead, I ended up writing a different story. After broader exposure to the vast challenges standing in the way of achieving the true definition of equality, the novel aims to shift the narrative of women, the LGBT community, and the determination we all need to achieve real and concrete progress for both.
No matter what I said or did, you would never go away. There was so many things you couldn't control, like the simple fact that you were in a same-sex relationship at a time in America when that was abhorred. You couldn't make us happy. But you could control if you stayed or left, and you always stayed.
Heterosexual marriages do not automatically lead to happy households and well-balanced children. Parents are parents -- and all can make bad decisions, learn as they go, or not be perfect. It doesn't matter if they are gay, straight, single or otherwise. But to deny protections to parents already raising children isn't right, and the only purpose it serves is to hurt those children.
I was orphaned when my mother Millie died nine years ago. My biological mother went back to being a Jehovah's Witness and now says she regrets being with Millie for 20-some-odd years. "Les di un mal ejemplo," she says. That's B.S. See, Millie is the one who loved me -- tender, unconditional, I-believe-in-you love.