the world through rainbow eyes



The hearings began today.

I’m having a hard time with the space between my cynicism and my optimism.

I don’t have anything eloquent or composed to say. Better writers than me are writing. Better speakers than me are speaking.

So, I’m not going to try to say anything unique or beautiful. I’m not going to try to change your mind if you somehow hold the strange position that anyone else’s love does anything but make the world a better place. I can’t imagine how difficult your world must be if you do believe that, really.

I’m not going to talk about those who once opposed marriage equality changing their minds once they realized that it was an issue that touched the people they loved. I’m not going to talk about whether that’s too little too late, or if it’s an evolution of thought that is needed, or even if it’s both.

I’m not going to talk about those I love who have had bigotry rule their life and choices.

I’m not going to talk about the double standards of people who have divorced their dying spouses so they could remarry quicker than their spouse could die who stand up and talk about sanctity of marriage and how they believe that someone else simply loving another person enough to want to share their whole life with them in any possible way threatens that sanctity.

I’m not going to talk about the separation of church and state that is such a valued treasure to my Constitution while others simultaneously talk about their valued treasure of the 2nd Amendment and how they believe we need more church in our state for the good of the public welfare.

I’m not going to talk about those who have been killed or killed themselves because our culture so hates all things queer.

I’m not going to talk about my own sexuality, and why I call myself queer.

I’m not going to talk about love.

I’m not even going to talk about hope.

I’m just going to do it.

I’m going to hope. I’m going to dream. I’m going to believe that it is possible that the world is changing. I’m going to dare.

Do you dare with me? 

Author: pollychromatic

Polly is a 40 something woman living in the wild far flung northern suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. She struggles to be awesome on a daily, and sometimes hourly, basis. Some of her thoughts on life, the universe and everything can be found at the world through rainbow eyes Gravatar photo - © Sarah Klockars-Clauser

4 thoughts on “Dare

  1. Do you know I was taught in school that homosexuality contributed to the downfall of the Roman Empire? (I’m not sure how that works, maybe they stopped having babies? No, I laugh at myself.) I, too, hope that 30 years is long enough for the world to change. What could we do? How we could laugh…..

  2. Always up for signing my name in the sand. 🙂

  3. For the sake of your grandfather’s brother Bobbie who killed himself when he was blackmailed with threats of discovery that would lead to the
    loss of his high security clearance in the 1960s of Texas. For the sake of your Aunt Cathleen and her partner Gloria living quiet and wonderful lives in Northern California, helping her mother live out a long life, too. For the sake of your Aunt Cecile who had all the choices and tried them ALL out. For Rachel and Diane in Dublin, too scared to tell their church going families, but pushed through with courage to be parents in two gay families with many happy children. To Gary, George and Steve who all died of Aids, too young, my high school friends, part of my little geek/goth/drama/glee group, the outsider tribe.

    For some it is too late, for others we have high hopes, we wait and see if the time has come. We wear red today. Can you see the future?

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