To those people that made a comment about my nose, thank you. I'm not mad at you, in fact, I'm glad you said something. Because you forced me to face the mirror, think through it, and realize how silly I was being. I am proud of my nose. And you can't put to shame something I am proud of.
It's seductive to think that being able to march down a city street without violence signals progress. But how much have we progressed when it is "safer" to march in anonymity and be "out" among strangers than to face a family member, employer or neighbor?
I am a gay man. I proclaim it for all who couldn't proclaim it. I proclaim it for all who can't yet proclaim it. I proclaim it because it is part of who I am, and like being a man and being black, it is something to celebrate and be proud of.
Put simply, I love and am in love. When one's heart is full. When one's day is preoccupied with another. When I am in touch with the truth that I can't live without him; and, I go through my day missing him, I can't help but hold my partner's hand. It is an empowering truth for me, for us!
The problem is that we all, under the LGBTQ tent, have been told so loudly and for so long that we are worthless that many of us can't hear precious. It has to be sarcastic, right? It has to be, because who in the world could be saying precious, valuable, desirable and when they say those things, mean us?
The successful gay parade this year in Belgrade resulted in a rather dirty aftermath among the participants.
We are heirs of what I call "LGBT America's heroic legacy," the acts and words of men and women who chose to stand up for their humanity, integrity, and fully equal American citizenship -- rather than accept the shame and silence they were told was their lot in life for being "different."
When I say living in Texas makes me feel threatened, I'm talking about things like keeping relationships and job security. I've developed friendships with people under the assumption that they were seemingly open to liberal ideas only to be smacked in the face.
Our marriage benefits the world in the same ways a straight marriage does: Together, we are more resilient, we are stronger, we have more to give. And I promise you, if you knew us, you'd understand how solid our love is, how worthy of honor and recognition.
Vassar enlightened me, educated me and made me feel accepted. I felt inspired to bring that feeling of inclusiveness to all those in the LGBTQIA+ community who are not quite as fortunate to find such a place to call home.
Women are subliminally encouraged to retain "inherent" insecurities and buy things to make themselves "less ugly"." To which I say, FUCK THAT NOISE. To continue this combat of ugliness, I had a sexual encounter with my definition of a "100% fuck-ya holy shit I'm drooling" hottie.
On an even broader scale, looking at labels of sexuality is a great way to become increasingly aware of the countless other labels and stereotypes that surround us. It's important to constantly be conscious of the words we are using to identify others, and to ensure we are not using them in ways that negatively limit or categorize them.
As school starts up again and parents' schedules get complicated mothers put on a cheerful face as they get their kids ready for the new year. There's lots of shopping and hair cuts, new back packs, colorful notebooks and even visiting the school to prepare your child.
I like that women think it's okay to make me go shopping with them. To ask about their dress and if it looks nice. To let their wrists fall limper when I'm not so keen on it. I like men who hide themselves in changing rooms because my eyes may "make them gay." I love it all.
A stand-up comedian that I work with from time-to-time once asked: When did gays get the rainbow? Interesting question, although I'm not entirely sure we "have it." It's not like anyone buys a box of Lucky Charms and thinks the leprechaun is LGBTQ.
There I stood, a young LGBT man and student of theology whose task was to convey God's love and affirmation of same-sex love to people of faith and no faith.