Calibration of gay thinking

Yesterday my mother calibrated my thinking. Leave it to a mother to remind you that people can surprise you.

First let me say thank god for family. I know sometimes family can be a struggle but it's the simple little things that shine.

The journey to our wedding has already been a bouquet accented with colors of love, shock, dismay wrapped delicately by pure determination. Colorado does not currently recognize same sex marriage. How can you not recognize something? Is it like seeing someone at a party you don't remember and just know you should or is it like agnosia where the words just make no sense after a traumatic brain injury? How can people not recognize love and honor when they see it? Ok best get to my point before I fall off my soap box and hurt an ankle.

Sometimes we live in the world through the view of the majority even when we say we are bucking the system. At a gallery showing, my mother didn't keep her eye on the displayed art work. Instead she had her own work of art she wished to proudly display, ME. My mother had brought the save the date card for my wedding and was presenting to her fiends just like the paintings displayed with an untouchable price tag. She wore her child on her sleeve for all to see. It was amazing to watch my mother as I kept stuffing the yikes I'm gay and my mom is telling, no yelling to, her friends and people we don't know. What will they think? I believe I was embarrassed not only because I was gay but because I was in the spot light. It's hot under the spot light.

As I chilled and watched my mother hummingbird do her thing I giggled at my own gay thinking. How lame to worry or keep the momma hummingbird from flashing her brilliant colors.

In an instant I was the one who was proud, of my mother and sister flashing their colors around with no worries of what people would think. A friend said oh share that beautiful card with Connie.

Connie loved the card and congratulated us. She then says that she her self never had a drive to marry. That she and her partner probably never will. Ah, in an instant I found my self looking down from my soap box. The words just flitted out of my mouth, I believe we all need to stand up and be counted. We, me and my gay friends in my pocket, deserve to be treated as any other person. So on one hand I believe we all need to stand and beat our colorful wings it still needs to be right for the person.

I say hats off to all those mothers, daughters, brother and fathers who have displayed their family colors for all to see. Each contact we have is an opportunity for calibration even when it might be you being calibrated.

``Madge``