Remember When Gay Meant Happy?

I usually stay kind of quiet about social issues and politics and stuff mostly because I enjoy having friends.

However, in light of some recent news headlines and legislature stuff (I’m SO well versed in judicial terms) I just can’t really keep quiet. I mean… I could. But where’s the fun in that?

I grew up in Morgantown, IN. Some of you have most likely never heard of it and that’s cool because it’s actually tiny and not that great. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s home and it always will be…but it is small town Indiana and I don’t mean that in just a physical sense.

The thinking of the majority (I’m not speaking for everyone, let’s be clear) of Morgantown is extremely old school and backwards.

I grew up with a generation that doesn’t see color or sexual orientation. At least… we shouldn’t.  But most of Morgantown didn’t grow up this way.

No matter how many times I watch the news, read the stories, or hear the personal accounts of why being a homosexual is WRONG, I still cannot wrap my head around it. It doesn’t make sense to me. I can’t possibly begin to imagine telling someone to not be who he or she truly is. I cannot for the life of me fathom making a decision about someone else’s life.

I have enough of my own weird problems to worry about.

I can’t stop thinking about in 4th grade, we were reading this novel out loud in class. It described one of the characters as “gay.” Of course everyone laughed because we were immature and weird. Back then this term was still pretty taboo. But it turns out that all it meant was that person was “happy.”  See, gay is just a word.

So here we go, let’s get emotional for a second and I am going to step up on my pedestal.

Being gay does NOT define a person. I could not care less if you are gay, straight, bisexual, or asexual. I don’t care. I want to know who you are as a person. I want to know what makes you smile and what makes you cry. I want to discover your passions and listen to your dreams.

NO ONE should EVER have to be ridiculed for who they are.

You shouldn’t have to sacrifice who you are just because someone else has a problem with it.

So here it is to everyone- gay, straight, Puerto Rican, Lebanese, Greek- I don’t care. Live your life and I’ll live mine and we’ll all live happily ever after. xoxo


NOH8 to anyone.

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