I believe in love. I believe that love is just as real between a man and a woman as
it is between a man and a man or a woman and a woman. I believe in equality for
everyone. I believe in gay rights. I feel that no one has the power to tell an individual that
their love is not worthy. To me, that is criminal. I believe in acceptance.
My Uncle Russ is so funny. As a kid he goofed off in school, and I love hearing
all of his stories about the things he did. My uncle lives his life to the fullest every day. In
my opinion, he is the coolest guy I ever met. My uncle is also gay. My first reaction to
this comment is, “So what?” I grew up knowing this. Acceptance and tolerance are very important to my mother and she made sure to teach it to her children. So Uncle Russ
being homosexual meant little to me. In my mind, a man and a man loving each other
made just as much sense as a man and a women. I had assumed that everyone else saw the logic in my thinking. Boy was I wrong.
I believe a lot of people have some perverse idea of gay men. It is understandable; stereotypes make us feel secure. Categorizing people helps us to make sense of the world. It is a belief that I have heard many times: gay men are sexual predators. If they aren’t, then they ‘act like a woman,’ wearing feminine clothing and talking and acting in a way which isn’t ‘manly’ at all.
That might explain (but not excuse) the looks and comments I get from some
people when I tell them that my uncle is gay. An ugly look comes arcos their faces , and
they recoil slightly. “Really?” They say, “Oh.” And then mumble something and switch
subjects. Uncomfortable subject, I presume.
While it might bother other people to hear about my uncle’s marriage to another
man, it makes me smile. To see those two together is to see two people who are very in
love. In my opinion, love is love.
We live in a society where erotic and violent shows and movies are run of the mill.
Nobody gives them a passing glance. But people blush, giggle, and ‘eww’ at homosexual
In America we value acceptance. People brag about how much improvement has been made since the days of Martin Luther King Jr. Improvement hasn’t been made;
we’ve just switched targets. The use of the word ‘gay’ as a put down as in ‘This homework is so gay’ is an example I hear almost everyday. My Uncle Russ hid the fact that he was gay for many years, afraid of people and their prejudices. Uncle Russ can’t be the only one. It makes me wonder how many men and women hide who they truly are because of people and their cruelty.
I can only wish my uncle and his husband the very best. Both of them, and everyone else for that matter, deserve love. To them: congratulations.
This I believe. I believe in acceptance. I believe in love. I believe in love in any form. This is what I believe.
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