This is the first Thanksgiving when our love is officially and legally recognized all across the country. Whether you're sitting around the table with Aunt Jane and Uncle Bob in Topeka or Tallahassee, you've got the federal government on your side when they launch into their ignorant diatribe.
The movie Carol, starring Cate Blanchette and Rooney Mara, opened in New York and Los Angeles last weekend. Carol, which has gotten rave reviews and is generating Oscar talk, is based on The Price of Salt, a novel by Patricia Highsmith.
Gender has always been on my mind -- or in my face -- whether I like it or not. As a budding feminist and then a young lesbian with short hair, I was called "Sir" on more than one occasion. I didn't like it, but was happy to have the privileges that being perceived as male brought. I am over six feet tall and trained as a martial artist.
What takes more bravery than the choice to be yourself, to honor your truth, your intuition, over and over again, in the face of circumstances or people or surroundings that would rather you acted like someone else?
At an event earlier this year, I met two women who, as it turned out, were not only business partners but also life partners. They left their marriages and grown children in their 50s and have been together ever since. My curiosity piqued, I'm afraid I monopolized their time with my many questions.
All I do know at this crucial moment in time, is that I must finally and for the first time welcome myself home, before I take on the task of inviting others on that long walk home.
In the Mormon view, children are not cursed by any "original sin" and children are not responsible for the sins of their parents -- until now. Despite of the Church's inept attempts to justify this policy, many Mormons and non-Mormons, are seeing it as punishing the children for the "sins" of their LGBT parents.
There's nothing to see here. Just a nine-month pregnant woman making her way in the world so that her daughter one day has all the opportunities afforded to every male counterpart she encounters.
I woke up early this morning with a novel thought bouncing around my brain. Maybe, just maybe, I can make peace with everyone and everything, just as they are.
Under the guise of protecting women and girls from a danger that does not exist, transgender teens are given an extraordinarily clear message: In the eyes of their community, their lives are not valuable.
A majority of Houston voters have expressed their willingness to discriminate against trans identified persons and most of the rest of us. They do not represent the majority of Houston residents. The voters had their turn. Now we must each find a way to express our unwillingness to join them.
So off I went, down the steep step of stairs that brought me directly into the park and then; boom! Sun glorious sun and wide open space and no one there but me and I was so happy and so grateful to be alive and whole, arriving here on this beautiful sunny day.
With age and experience, I know now that it's possible I would have just stepped into my mother's shoes, maybe not as a waitress, but as some other hard-working female who never got to live her dreams. This would have been what my mom called "life" but for me it would have been death.
LGBT and progressive groups from around the nation outspent the opposition and brought in political leaders and celebrities in support of the ordinance. But it was the conservatives, armed with their hard-hitting "bathroom campaign" and religious liberty rhetoric who resonated with voters.
Religious liberty should not and cannot be used as a weapon of discrimination. We need to be very clear that we will not allow the radical religious right to undermine the rights and liberties of LGBT Americans or anyone else under the guise of religious liberty.
For some reason I'd always thought there was some kind of cultural divide within the LGBTQ community over the use of the words "gay" and "lesbian."