My baby brother is the bravest man I know. A lovely person with a good and loving heart.
My brother is an openly gay man, engaged to another man with a sweet soul, and over the last couple of days I have watched those close to us – our family and friends- openly share their support of a company that openly endorses hate. A company that donates to organizations that strive to make homosexuality illegal and equates it with pedophilia. I can’t empathize with what he must experience to be judged so openly, as I have never been as open about my own sexuality, but my heart breaks for him as he navigates a world full of people who so clearly hate him. Not his “lifestyle.” Not his “choice.” Him. To see our family and friends utter emptily in one breath that they love him and with the next to post pictures of themselves in line with their fried chicken sandwiches because everyone is “entitled to their opinions.” He’s the bravest man I know to have dealt with them with such grace. I know that it hurts him.
I see the love that my brother and his bethrothed share and I can’t see how that kind of love can be wrong, or sinful, or evil. I want to build a bubble around their love and guard it from those that would seek to spoil it with their hate. I want to live in a world where no one wonders or is afraid of how their love will be judged. Where people aren’t kept from their spouses because their love doesn’t conform to the uncharitable interpretations of the laws of an ancient and misunderstood God.
I want my brother and his fiance and others like him to know that I think they are beautiful. I think their love is beautiful and as inspiring as any love I’ve known and that I am committed to protecting it. Not to being “tolerant” of the hateful ramblings of some fuckwitted chicken shilling CEO, but to protecting the type of love that I believe that we should all have the right to experience. That we would all be blessed to have the opportunity to experience. I want them to know that I find the actions and beliefs of religious conservatives like Dan Cathy to be deplorable and that, for as long as I can, I’ll stand up for them. Being “tolerant” should never be equated with accepting hate. There is not a single argument that has been made in opposition of homosexuality that hasn’t been made to oppress another group at some point in history. Including all of this first amendment wackaloonery.
As my dear sister Gerty-Z points out, when we don’t speak up, we run the risk that people will think that they are alone. That’s why it is so important to me that my LGBT breathern know that they are loved and that they are not alone and that I will continue, in voice and in action, to support their equality.