I will finish Steve Steven Stevenson soon, but today I am posting on a special topic, since it is a special day for my family.
Today isn’t just a special day for my family, but the whole month is a special one too. Despite it being stupidly hot outside, I like June. I like it, because it is Pride Month.
Honestly, I don’t have a lot to say about Pride Month that hasn’t already been said, either by myself on my former blog, or by someone with a lot more influence than me. I could explain how Pride is actually to celebrate the anniversary of the Stonewall Riots in 1969. I could explain that it is necessary as long the LGBTQ+ community is still discriminated against. I could go on and on about how straight pride is not necessary because when my fiancé (female) and I (male), want to rent a house, they look at our credit, references, and ability to pay and not our relationship. I could tell you that the Supreme Court Decision in 2015 legalizing same-sex marriage doesn’t suddenly end the discrimination, violence, and harassment of that community. I could tell you that the struggle still must continue. I could, but… It’s all been done.
Instead, I am going to tell you a story about the day that Supreme Court decision came down.
It was on this day in 2015. A teenage girl was having a spa day as part of her birthday present from her mother. She, in tears, had come out to her mother only twenty days before. Despite their close relationship, she knew the horror stories of children being thrown out, or worse, when coming out to their parents. Her mother, surprised by the fear her daughter displayed, reassured her daughter that she loved and accepted her, regardless of who she was attracted to, or chose to be with. This happened, of course, because her mother is not a fucking monster.
It was during her daughter’s birthday spa visit that her mother, waiting for her, opened her Facebook app on her phone, and saw that the Supreme Court, ruled accordingly, that same-sex marriage would be legal nationwide; thanks to the Fourteenth Amendment. A correct legal decision and a great day for the nation. An even better birthday present for the girl who had come out in fear, just twenty days earlier. Neither of them even knew a ruling on the issue was expected that day. What a happy birthday, indeed. It seemed as though the promise of this nation was finally being fulfilled for a group so oppressed, they are often targeted by other oppressed groups.
A lot has happened since that day, three years ago. The marriage ruling still stands, even as other rights are being eroded in the name of religious freedom. The Supreme Court, with an illegitimate justice appointed as the result of a coup conducted by Mitch McConnell and other top Republicans, have upheld the right to discriminate by allowing the refusal of goods and services to members of the LGBTQ+ community on a flimsy argument of religious freedom; so long as the service or product in question can be described as “art”. This all stems from a bigoted, bible thumping piece of shit who refused to make a wedding cake for a same-sex wedding, despite having a shop that is supposedly open to the public.
On the surface, the argument makes sense. You can’t really force an artist to make art for something they don’t believe in. However, a reasonable person would argue that a wedding cake is a food product. It was sold in a bakery, not a gallery. Subway calls their employees sandwich artists. Are they allowed to discriminate now? Who defines art? Could the lunch counters of the 60’s civil rights movement have used the same bullshit excuse?
“We don’t serve food here, we serve art.” -Bigoted assholes everywhere.
Hate crimes are up. Bigots are emboldened. Our government is in the hands of theocratic demogauges. The LGBTQ+ community is a target, and many would like them to live in fear. Pride is important, as a way of telling people they will not go away. They will not stop fighting for their rights. Each parade and festival gives them and their allies a chance to show the world that they will not cower or be ashamed, and that there are more people willing to stand up for who they are than one would think by reading all of the Russian bot comments on every news story or social media platform.
I didn’t know that girl or her mother in 2015 when the Supreme Court finally granted the right for same-sex couples to marry, but I know her now. I met her mother and fell in love. Today, we celebrated my fiancé’s daughter’s birthday. And while today’s celebration was happy and fun, there is no doubt in my mind that there are still many people who may target her, simply because of her sexuality. The bigots are emboldened, and the threat of violence or an attack on her, while unlikely, seems more possible than it did just a short time ago.
So now we get to the real point of this year’s Pride Month post. I’m proud to know my fiancé’s daughter. She’s a really cool young woman and a genuinely good person. Before I knew her, I considered myself an ally for the LGBTQ+ community. I used my votes and my voice in support of the community. I signed petitions, posted, and attended a couple of Pride events myself.
You see, it is different now. Despite the lack of biological connection, and the relatively short time I have known her, I am protective of her in the way a father would be protective of his own daughter. She is family.
In short, if anyone hurts her, I’ll fucking kill them, and erase any evidence they ever walked this Earth. I’m hoping it will never happen, because I really don’t think my defense that revenge killings is okay with my religion will hold up in court, but I’d take my chances. I could call the blood spatter “art”.
If that promise offends you, I ask, “What would you do if someone hurt your daughter?”
Happy Pride Month everyone!
And Happy Birthday to you!
Featured Image By Ludovic Bertron from New York City, Usa – https://www.flickr.com/photos/23912576@N05/2942525739, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14831997