March to the beat of your own drum, dee dum.

I’ve told the story before, of “falling in love” with my fourth grade teacher, who I will call Mrs. H. I was head over heals for her. Prior to that time, I had no attraction for any other friend, classmate, or person. But, holy smokes was I enamored with Mrs. H. Stars in my eyes, ga-ga.

Since that time, I have only encountered “love” attractions for people who share the same sex as I. Yes, it seems that I am a woman who loves other women. Well. Specifically, one woman now. For each and every day of the thirty years that we have been together.

I guess that makes me a homosexual.

I’m writing about it today, because I have grown so tired of the discrimination, the lack of respect, and the utter refusal of inclusion, by society, by family, by people in general.

We are who we are, just like heterosexuals are who they are. We don’t ask straight people to change. We think heterosexuals should have the same rights as we do. Yes, we would love to let it all be fair and square.

That is. If the playing field were level to begin with.

We’ve had some scruffs this week in the headlines. A comprehensive scientific study found new evidence that genes contribute to same-sex sexual behavior. But, it echoes research that says there are no specific genes that make people gay. I wonder if they showed that the same is true for heterosexuals.

After reading a couple of articles on their findings, I am not quite sure about what they did and didn’t find. Regardless, the Religious Zealots will get a hold of this, like a dog with a bone, and say that we are “choosing” to be this way.

There may be homosexuals out there who pick this lifestyle, but I can assure you, 1000%, that I am not one of them. There is no choice for me. It is who I am, to the very core.

A different slap in the face came from our great city of Boston where a bunch of folks marched in a Heterosexual Pride Parade. If they are proud of being straight, march on, my friends. But many times, the homosexual community takes part in their own marches to celebrate past civil rights milestones, to heighten awareness, and to offer support, so that we might, one damn day, be afforded equal rights.

I wonder how many of those heterosexuals in Boston have been discriminated against, just for being straight? It happens to gays all the time.

I see this behavior in Boston along the same lines of the White Supremacy Marches.

This isn’t just about being gay. It is about being male or female, black, white, red, yellow, or green, about being gay or straight, Jewish or Catholic, and on. We are all just people who have a right to be here, on this planet, because we have been born into it. We didn’t pick this place. We started out here. ALL of us. The animal kingdom right along with us. This is their space too.

We are sharing this planet with one another, and I wish every single person would figure that out. It is our birth right. It is our’s. My place. Your place. Our place. This world will continue to be a mess until this very simple truth is accepted universally.

I wish for peace among us all.


“This is my doctrine: Give every other human being every right you claim for yourself.”
― Robert G. Ingersoll, The Liberty of Man, Woman and Child


“The saddest feeling is knowing you deserve freedom and still feeling caged.”
― Janelle Gray


“I know, up on top you are seeing great sights, but down here at the bottom we, too, should have rights.”
― Dr. Seuss, Yertle the Turtle and Gertrude McFuzz