That’s A Different GuyPosted: May 5, 2012
The other day I went to vote. Early voting for my neighborhood is held at the local library.
I pulled into the parking lot and got out of my car. Nearby, a woman was putting her books in the back of her minivan. Her little boy stood outside the open back door. As I walked past them toward the library door, the little boy pointed at me and said “Mom, that’s a different guy”. I figured I’d just let the remark pass, but the kid wouldn’t let it go. He kept telling his mother I was different. Looking to her for an answer didn’t help, she just shrugged.
Discomfort seized me. I went into the library restroom to try to determine what made the boy so insistent that I was different. I didn’t have Alfalfa hair and there was nothing sticking out of my nose. My fly was up and I wasn’t wearing anything outlandish.
I’m not sure what made that mean four year old label me as different. I am sure I didn’t relish being too different.
Speaking Of Different
One of the things we’re voting on here in North Carolina is something called Amendment One. Amendment One designates that marriage can only be between a man and a woman. We’re voting on a constitutional amendment to prevent gays and lesbians from getting married, even though there’s already no legal way for that to occur.
I’m just going to go on and tell you that I voted against the amendment.
The amendment’s supporters present a lot of arguments. I don’t believe those arguments. I’m sure that the people who make them believe them, but I think there’s more behind those arguments – fear and prejudice. That’s very sad.
I work and am friends with people who are gay or lesbian. Their orientation is different. That difference exposes them to the fear and prejudice of others. I cannot imagine that anyone would willingly open themselves up to the wrath that the perceptions of others bring down upon my friends.
They’re different. Different from me. Different from a lot of other folks.
Different is not wrong, no matter what that four year old made me think.
Prejudice, fear and hate are challenging enough in our society. It makes me sad to think that a place exists in our nation where citizens have to vote to keep those three things from being constitutionally protected acts. But then, we’re not the first, are we?
Gay People Don’t Scare Me. Unless They Have Swords. Anyone With A Sword Scares Me.
It’s anyone’s guess what the result of the voting will be at this point. Voting ends on Tuesday. I’m hoping things go the way that I voted, for the good of my friends. They’ve been good enough to stand side by side with at work. They’ve taught my son in school. We’ve had a drink and a laugh.
They’re good enough establish their relationships just like the rest of us do.
- Amendment One: Don’t Embarrass Me, North Carolina (babywithatwist.wordpress.com)