Supreme Court success

It’s thrilling that the U.S. Supreme Court has made such a monumental decision today involving the denial to review petitions against rulings of three federal appeals courts that ruled in favor of marriage equality. This decision allows same-sex marriage to take place in five additional states, which makes 24 states in total and Washington, D.C.. Six other states are under the jurisdiction of the three federal appeals courts, which suggests that these six states may also follow suit very soon. It’s an exciting day for marriage equality! Same-sex couples can wed in just under 50% of the country, and the other 50% will eventually jump on the bandwagon.


Verbal Confirmation: to THINK

The Daily Post: Verbal Confirmation — To be, to have, to think, to move — which of these verbs is the one you feel most connected to? Or is there another verb that characterizes you better?

A few days ago a friend of mine told me she admired how much I handled so quietly — without complaint, without much visible distress. She gives me too much credit, my life is rather easy, I explained.

Many of the people around me spend all their time complaining, whining, pitying themselves. It’s such a waste and brings me down because it’s so disheartening. I try to avoid these people when I know they’re in a bout of complaining.

My friend asked me how I am able to handle so much without complaint. I don’t think it’s any form of art or takes much skill, but I told her that I spend a lot of time thinking about others. When my friends are in trouble — whether it’s dangerous arguments with parents, or coming out to family members and risking homelessness, or losing a mother — it hurts me, and I can’t get it off of my mind. I put myself in their shoes and I stop worrying about myself and my own problems, because the things they go through make my life seem so simple.

Like every other human, I’m selfish frequently. But I hope that I make up for it slightly by thinking.

Inadvertent Regret

Coming out is supposed to be a great, liberating thing. It’s supposed to be a gay person relieving himself or herself from this heavy burden that he or she has been carrying for far too long. But I’ve found that coming out inadvertently becomes a burden that is just being transferred to a few trusted people.

Things would be different if we all came out completely all at once. Meaning, if we came out to everyone we knew in the same day, same moment, same announcement. And for some people, that may be possible, for others of us, it’s definitely not.

Some of my friends have been out for many years, and when they describe their coming out, they describe only doing it a small handful of times: once to their mothers, once to their other close family members, and once to their close friends. As a younger person, having less of a role developed, it’s easier to come out and adopt society’s “new role” closer to day 1.

As a person gets older, society claims more and more of them. You’re defined by the things you do, the people you associate with and the way you hold yourself day to day. As a mature person when society knows almost everything about you, it’s more difficult to come out and burst the perception of who you are. It creates more of a shock, more of a buzz. More people now unwilling to collaborate with you in the same way, more people who have a perception of the queer community that they disapprove of and now associate you with.

I’ve noticed, that when people pass their pre-/early-teen years, they feel more of a responsibility to come out slowly. And oftentimes, in this process, sharing a secret with others only makes the mess more unruly.

When personal issues come up, it feels natural to go to the people you’ve trusted with your coming out, because they know more of you than others. But after some time, after what seems like deviation to this person or small group of people for everything that you’ve been holding inside — it becomes too much to ask of another person. It becomes too much to ask them to hold and I feel guilty, inadvertently. It’s an accidental regret that weighs down.

Coming out is supposed to be a beautiful thing. But sometimes, it’s just too much.