Dec. 4th, 2008

When I was twelve, I went through this phase where I was wearing a lot of tie dye and calling people fascists.

I grew up in Eastern KY in the middle of the Bible belt before Will and Grace. Before abortion was a viable option. Before bi-racial children filled up two or three seats in each classroom.

I was always arguing for "the other side" in class debates.

"Abortion should be illegal because it's murder. God values every life."
"But that's based on religion, and this country was built on a foundation of separation of church and state."

"Gay people shouldn't be able to get married, because it says that a man who lay with another man is an abomination."
"According to the Bible, you're supposed to sleep with the pigs when you have your period. Again, with the separation of church and state."

"It's horrible, horrible, horrible that they are taking prayer out of the schools! That's discrimination!"
"Yes. But what would you do if every morning when you went to school, you were expected to boy your head while someone prayed to some Hindu god? It's not like it is here everywhere. A moment of silence is better."

I've always mourned the fact that I wasn't born in an earlier generation. I wanted to be alive in the sixties and protesting war and fighting for equal rights for all races and genders. I wanted to burn my bra and chain myself to the steps of a college building that wouldn't accept Black students and be part of a community that was held together by idealism instead of the convenience of having the same pictures on their money.

I've always had opinions.

I never forgot about them. I was just too busy moping about my general existence to do anything about it.

I've been stuck in this tar pit of disdain and bitterness and I've been so angry and jaded.

I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to be angry that my daddy told me I could be whatever I wanted to be, only to grow up in an economy where making 7.50 an hour with a college education is the best I can do.

I want to change the world. I want to fight for gay rights because I want to cry every time I hear about two people who love each other unable to make medical decisions or adopt a baby. And I want to reinforce the fact that human worth cannot be measured because we are all created equally. We are all perfect and imperfect but in different ways. We all do things that others call wrong and don't agree with and we either justify them to ourselves or believe that we are correct and a difference of opinion is not a valid reason to take freedom away from someone who just wants to live and be happy.

I'm going to do my best to get involved.




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