of events just now, involving some people who are friends, and it feels like a kind of nodal point, if you know what I mean.
Our neighbours, who are awesome activist “green” people whom I admire, have a great child whom I’ve been able to glimpse growing up. Enthusiastic and athletic and attractive, laughs a lot and loves to bake stuff, a great kid! The other day, Roan spoke to the Vancouver School Board in support of fewer sex-segregated activities and greater inclusivity and sensitivity for LGBTQ kids in Vancouver schools, because while high school is heinous for kids who “conform” I know if must be even more dire for kids who don’t. Roan got some grief for it and had to sit through some people saying ignorant and dumb things (as people do), and her amazing mum had to watch it happen and you can only imagine how that is, right.
And so I know I am far from the most sensitive person, and I put my foot in it all the time by mistake and out of ignorance, but seriously? the only people of whom I am intolerant are the intolerant ones. And it makes me want to punch things (or, you know, get eloquent patient people to gently explain, if that would work better) that why is it so hard to treat people based on who they are, or how you’d like to be treated, rather than who they think is sexy? or how maybe they feel better if you call them a him instead of a her, or vice versa. What difference does it make? People are people. Insert another 1980s song here.
My Main Distractor subscribes to Wil Wheaton’s saying, “Don’t be a dick,” which is the modern version of the Golden Rule, and I mean even the Jesus-religious-people are supposed to love each other and everyone else, right? so why do they freak out so much about things that have absolutely no relevance to them? I can’t really imagine anything less relevant to me than who my neighbour wants to have sex with, unless it’s me. Our marriage is just as marriagey as anyone else’s, gay or not. Every time a gay couple marries, it makes me a little verklempt …because it’s a wedding! Why does that upset people? how insecure can a person be, that someone else’s happiness freaks them out?
And on another note of relevance, a friend who is transitioning from male to female was declined as a blood donor, because…well, no good reason. Canadian Blood Services should square themselves away and update their eligible donor criteria, because they need all the donors they can get! and gender transition absent any other contraindications is…completely irrelevant with respect to blood donation.
I don’t know. We seem to have a pretty large proportion of gay friends, and they’re just as weird as our not-gay friends. Maybe a bit less weird, really, on the whole. We have some weird friends. Oooh, maybe we’re weird!