I’ve been out sick the last couple of days, and am just as sick today as I was yesterday… so really shouldn’t be blogging at all. BUT I hate to miss a deadline, even a self imposed one. I knew I could fit L and M into one post, and as long as it went up on Sunday I’d still be on schedule for the Alphabet Blog Challenge. Of course, I figured all this out on Friday afternoon, when I figured I’d b all shiny by Sunday. And now it’s Sunday. And the last thing I want to be doing is blogging. Seriously.
Being sick sucks. But want to know what makes it easier to get through? Knowing I have the love of someone who will see me through it all… someone who doesn’t care if I’m dripping mucus from every orifice, sinuses unloading in all sorts of unattractive, downright, inhuman ways… And you know what sucks? Knowing that some people are denied this same gooey “stand by me” melodrama that marriage provides.
Sure, you can stand by someone without a contract (and lets face it, when you get down to brass tacks that is what marriage is), and for those who are content doing so without? Well, I think that’s great! In fact, I know some happily unmarried folks who have been in a state of unwedded bliss for almost as long as I’ve been alive. However, for those who WANT to be married, they should have the same right to do so as anyone. Some chicks marry chicks, some doods marry doods… get over it people.
I, for one, am glad this is one area in which the Canadian government hasn’t seriously screwed over it’s people. This is one thing which they’ve gotten very right. It shouldn’t matter what parts a person has, love and marriage are about what’s in your HEART not what’s in your PANTS. And now that I’ve made my point? I’m closing up my computer, and crawling back into my flu-induced stupor, feeling much better for NOT having missed my deadline.
The acronym community is vast and varied, full of many types of people with a wide range of beliefs. Yet some folk seem to think that there should be this instant kinship or camaraderie between all LGBTT2QIA individuals. The fact is, kinship is a choice, and often something you have to work at.
In this day and age there is a huge separation in class amongst gender variant and sexual minority individuals. There are some who believe the fight is over and we have won. This is especially prevaelent among upper class, white, gay men in their 40s… there is an entire subculture made up of the “suburbian gay”. We fought the good fight, we have marriage equality (in Canada), so now we can go on living our lives of privilege. It can be hard to find kinship in a population who doesn’t live the fight every day that some of us do.
For my trans brothers and sisters, the fight is especially brutal today… and it is just beginning to get the focus it deserves from some segments of the media. Transphobia is alive and well, I am afraid to say. And it can be found even in the hearts of those who claim to be allies of the community.
So… kinship is not as easy as one would think. Finding a kindred spirit is, as always, a difficult and amazing thing. So when you do find someone with whom you share that instant connection, don’t let them go. They are worth fighting for.
And yes, I realize this post ended up being a little rambley. My head is fuzzy thanks to a cold… and even a neti pot isn’t about to save the cloud that is inhabiting my brain.
So yeah… my point… Kinship. It really is a choice. You can decide to find it, even amongst a diverse population, or you can create for yourself an island – big enough for one. But that is a very lonely place to be.