01 November, 2008

That's One Way of Doing It

Ian Welsh at Firedoglake, ladies and gentlemen:

At one point I even had a huge fight with my father over the issue of gay marriage and didn't speak to him for almost 6 months as a result. (He wound up thinking I must be gay since I'm not married and if I weren't how could I care so much about the issue? I let him think so, since it forced him to rethink his beliefs about gays. My mother, needless to say, did not approve of my methods, but my Dad is now pro gay marriage.)

You know, it's almost too bad my parents don't have a problem with equal rights for same-sex couples, because now I so want to emulate Ian!

What's hiding in the humor of that story is the fact that it's harder to hate when you know someone who's gay, or black, or an atheist, or any other disparaged group. It's tough to condemn someone you love. It's hard to champion taking their rights away.

Good. It should be.

If you have any friends or family members who are planning to vote away a same-sex couple's rights this Tuesday, now might be a great time to pull an Ian Welsh.


Cujo359 said...

Good for Ian. My parents never gave me a reason to try this, thankfully.

It does seem as though each generation has been more inclusive than the last in this regard. We boomers are a mixed bag (John Kerry's and John Edwards' positions on the subject of gay marriage come to mind), but it seems like people in their thirties and younger are more tolerant. Hopefully, in another generation or two, the intolerant will be the outliers on gay rights.

Efrique said...

I often get accused of being gay (with the implication that it's somehow a problem). I have no idea why so many people think I'm gay. (Gay people seem to have no trouble figuring it out, though.)

I stopped denying it long ago. I don't care in the slightest if anyone thinks I am gay; more to the point, if they think they can get at me in that way, completely failing to deny it leaves them having to deal with something that apparently makes them uncomfortable.

(Then again, lots of people think I am Jewish for some reason. I've even had someone ask me a question in Hebrew. But being Jewish rarely has negative connotations, at least not around here, so this one I simply clear up as it occurs.)

Oh, and your Halloween costume was nifty.