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Everyday is something day.
National Apple Pie day - May 13th.
World Ocean Day - June 8th.
National Coming Out day - October 11th.
As a recognition of National Coming Out Day some of us set our Face Book status to "My family supports the LGBT community".
I was proud that many members of my family set their status' this way and just as proud to see it almost fill an entire page of my time line.
But I loved my dad's status most of all:
Martin Van Houten Not being on the cutting edge of anything, I had no idea what LGBT was. My best guess was Let Gays Be Themselves. I have googled and am now part of the 'intheknow' crowd. I'm still not coming out, I like it in here. All the pretty cloths and stuff.
I love his acronym just as much as the actual one Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender.
I can't imagine going through life being different - where the hell is that sarcasm font when you need it!
I've worn glasses since I was in primary school, I was the tallest kid in my class since Kindergarten, even when I skipped a grade and everyone else was a year older than me (again, different) I was STILL the tallest kid. My parents divorced when I was 9, in the late 70's that was still a stigma. I won't even get in to the drama of moving out of the city and in to the suburbs in the middle of my high school years. TRAGIC!
But through all the teasing I received over the years and all the bullying that happened to me (even tall kids get bullied by shorter kids), I had one thing that saw me through. I knew it couldn't get any worse, it could only get better.
I won't lie, while going through my teenage years, I did (read took) a lot of stupid things. At one point I didn't care whether I lived or died and took enough drugs that it could have gone either way. I'm am glad that it went the way it did. Because I was right. Way back then I was right, it didn't get worse, it got better.
I still wear glasses, I am still taller than most all my friends, my parents are still divorced and I still don't live in the city. But now, I don't care if that bothers you or anyone else. What I care about is Caitlyn coming to snuggle with me in the morning. I care about Madilyn stomping through the house running into my room. I care about Matthew being able to open doors and able to reach the counter.
I care that ALL people are different, and being different is not bad, being different is amazing.
I care that some people need to feel better about themselves by making others feel bad. This needs to stop. I am not going to go in to a big diatribe about how bullying is bad, because seriously, if you don't know that, than there really is no need for you to read any further.
I care that some people do not realize that it will get better. That so many young people recently have felt the need to take their own lives because of these bullies. I care about their families and friends having to live without their love.
I care about you.
