by: Eloise Klein Healy
Instead of having sex all the time I like to hold you and not get into some involved discussion of what life means. I want you to tell me something I don’t know about you. Something about the day before that photograph in which you’re standing on your head. I want to know about softball and the team picture. Why are you so little next to the others? Were you younger? Were you small as a girl? What I want most is to have been a girl with you and played on the opposite team so I could have liked you and competed against you at the same time.
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Today is National Coming Out Day.
I have seen some of my closest friends rejected by their families after coming out. Have seen their pain. I don't understand how anyone can hate people simply for being who they are. Do you hate a pine tree for not being an apple tree? Do you hate a blue jay for not being a cardinal? The moon for not being the sun?
Tonight, I celebrate people who have the courage to be themselves.
Saint Marty thinks that's pretty miraculous.
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