With just under two hours to submit two assignments, I was in the heart of crunch time. Typing 100 words per minute in a vacant classroom, a young man enters, says hello and heads to the back of the class.
He says “sup bro” and I reply, with one my automated messages. He makes small talk about the weather, while I rush to finish my work. He asks me my sexual orientation, when I reply straight, he proclaims with a smirk:
I’m cool with the whole homosexuality thing, but I don’t want my son growing up to think that being “gay is ok”
He rambles on about how it’s a choice, “they” should not be able to parade the streets, and this is what I had to say:
You’re worried your son or daughter might think gay is acceptable? That’s odd because you said that it’s a choice. We happen to live in North America, where everyone has a voice.
It’s okay to be gay, but they can’t be proud? What’s the point of representing anything, if you can’t say it out loud?
Being gay doesn’t make a couple, bad parents; being straight doesn’t make it right
The kids exposed to same sex parents, won’t grow up wanting to fight
In fact, those same kids will see the world for what it really is
Two adults who were brave and didn’t stick to the script
An incomprehensible place, the act of random truly is at work
So who’s your son to love a person without breasts under a shirt?
Who says your daughter can’t love one, with hair as long as hers?
Look at me, I’m twenty-two, about 5’6, and black
What’s the difference between black & proud and gay & proud?
Who are you to tell anyone what’s restricted and what’s allowed?
How do you know my parents aren’t two males? Or two loving mothers?
You’ve got one life to live, don’t spend it diminishing others.
I packed up, and left. Not because I was offended, but because I really had to get work done. I’ve flirted with the idea of writing short stories involving same sex relationships. Not for the controversy but because it’s a part of life as any other relationship. My race, religion, and sexual orientation should not dictate what my content should be based on. I feel I can write about whatever I want, whenever I want. I won’t be placed in a box and labeled with a theme or genre of writing, but rather, let my blog help define who I am. So as I experience, my blog will too. As will you, as will the stranger at the back of the room, and so will his children. In this world there really is no right or wrong. If that was the case, books from centuries ago would reign supreme. Humanity would be too afraid to step out of the norm. The choices you make are subjective, as is anyone else’s. That’s why life is so unpredictable, that’s what makes it exciting.
That’s what makes things worth loving,
That’s what makes it so inviting.
That’s why love comes when you least expect it,
When you most regret it,
You curse it screaming “if only I met you 10 years later!”
Deep down you know if that was the case,
You’d be in a different position
In a different race
A different person
Walking a different pace
With a different perspective
Looking for different things
And you would have walked right past the love you have today
The love you’ll have tomorrow
Because love is omnipresent
Its loud, controlling, dominate, it never sticks within your confinements
Its disruptive, nagging, and never lets you finish assignments
It keeps you up late, can’t think straight
It never asks permission and is rarely invited
So you laugh and blush, for as much as you try to fight it- it’s
Only here when it’s ready, and whenever you’re not
So you love everything unconditionally
Because who knows when you’ll get another shot…