Just Love Each Other

This weekend I went up to Denver for the Pride parade mostly because a friend invited me. Otherwise, I'm not so sure I would have gone. For one, I'm not a big parade person and two, I just never really thought about it. But I am so glad I went.

There was just so much happy; people loving and being themselves without fear. What's not to love about that scenario? Also, very fine male specimens walking around in their underwear (didn't care if they swung my way or not...nothing wrong with a little eye candy). But anyways, back to the point...before the parade got started I was mostly just quietly people-watching and taking in the environment. Not really thinking much, as I was distracted by my hunger since my friend made me wake up for an early workout after a night out downtown before we went to the parade. But when the parade did get started and I watched the floats and whatnot go by, I unexpectedly got a huge lump in my throat. I seriously got choked up by all the support and love displayed.

I've never understood the concept of homophobia. People are people. Love is love. 

Serious change is underway and I think that's super cool. I recall one of my high school peers being openly gay. That was one out of a class of three-hundred fifty or so (I have a terrible memory and I wasn't exactly a social butterfly in high school so there could have been more). When I student taught this past semester, I had at least five students out of one-hundred thirty or so openly TELL me they were gay, lesbian, or bisexual. I was taken back by how many gay couples openly held hands in the hallways because that was just not something I saw ten years ago when I was that age. Now, there is an obvious environmental factor here: I went to school in an upper-middle class, very conservative district when I student taught in more of a middle-class, slightly more diverse district. Still. It was neat and so heartwarming that my students felt safe and comfortable enough to confide in me or simply just walk up to me after the bell to say, "Just so you know, I'm a lesbian." Plus, the boys always gave me the nicest compliments on my outfit :) 

Seriously, doe. Kinda cool to think that history is unfolding as we speak. 

Namaste.

Kins

PS: Just love each other...we just need to love each other. That's what life is all about. - In the words of my Grandpa.