Today was a productive day. Although, I did not solve the problems of the world, I did take baby steps towards a solution of a major issue that faces this county and all over the world. The thing about me is not only am I the worst speller in the world, but I seem to get discouraged easily and tend not to see all of the small things that are happening in life. As a result, I ponder and ask myself the question, “Am I moving in the right direction and doing the right thing in speaking out against inequality”? Today, I had a phone call with the one of the most wonderful and informative ladies at Equality Maine and she said “I think you will be great at this, as long as you come to understand that this is not something that happens over night.” I was taken back in time by this comment by remembering when my mother would say, “When I wanted something I wanted it at that very moment”. In taking this into perspective, I am taking away the basic lessons of the day and putting a strategy into place to find ways of conquering the daily battles of equality.
As I sit here and listen to the voice of Billie Holiday flowing through my ears and look into the flame of the candle burning next to me, I hope by what I convey here gives you the idea of who I really am and the aspects of what I stand for in life. If you read my last blog post you learned that I was born to two gay parents and very proud of it. So I guess it would go without saying that I did not have a typical upbringing. I am not saying that my upbringing was bad. It was just different, but different is what I am trying to accomplish and enjoy. I spent a lot of time with my grandparents which were the most remarkable people that I have ever known in my life outside of my mother of course. My grandparents did know that my mother was gay. She chose the lifestyle when I was only 18 months old. However, my father (whose parents I am speaking of) did not get the privilege of knowing my father’s sexuality. I sometimes wonder when I reflect back on my childhood, if my grandmother, who as I said was my world, would have accepted me for who God made me to be. Her love for me was strong and our bond was more than words can define. With all of this knowledge, I have made the educated guess that although at first she may have struggled to understand her love for me would not have changed. I lost her 9 years ago last August and I don’t think a day has gone by that I don’t think about her. I wrote her a letter a year after she had passed away. I was told that it is a great way to heal the pain and be happy that she made such a positive impact in my life which leads me on to say that it does take time to let the heart heal. The way it heals is up to you and creates the perfect opportunity to be creative in doing so.
I hope you have enjoyed this post. Stay tuned, as I will be advancing my blog content through the use of pictures and videos to keep you engaged as my audience.
Again, Thanks for coming. I encourage you to leave comments on this post and let me know your stand on equality. Peace and Love.
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