One of the Rare Occasions I Actually Voice A Political Opinion

I’m not one to jump on the political bandwagon.  I’m an Aquarian, so I pretty much avoid conflict where I can.  I don’t ruffle feathers.  And I genuinely respect differences in opinion.  It’s the differences in opinions that make life interesting, so long as all parties are respectful of one another.  It’s how we learn points of view we otherwise might miss.  It’s how we grow and evolve as human beings.  So when it comes to politics, I’m not the first to jump up and go “grrrrrrrr.”  I listen.  I absorb.  I’m willing to learn something.

This last week however, I’ve become increasingly heavy hearted about a particular popular political topic.  And if I let it go without saying anything, then I have no right to complain about my feelings getting hurt. And if I’m going for broke honest here, my feelings are more than hurt.  I’m broken hearted, actually.

At this point I believe it’s safe to say we’re all caught up on the issues and current candidates’ stances on said issues.  I don’t think it’ll come as a surprise to anyone for me to say that my vote is going to Obama.  That doesn’t mean I believe he’s the end all, be all of presidents.  And it’s not to say that I agree with absolutely everything he does and how he does it.  But the no holds bar issue for me here is that no matter where Romney or Obama fall on hundreds of thousands of issues, there’s one, singular issue that trumps any and all gray areas for debate for me: equal rights.  Why this topic is even up for such  poorly invested, gently (and not so gently) long-winded debate is beyond me.  It makes me question what the hell happened to humanity.  At the end of the day, it’s our job as human beings to regard one another as human beings.  Everything else is just details.

That being said, I’m having an extremely difficult time resting my emotions in the faces of the people who claim to support and love me as a gay woman.  The people who watched me marry my wife with nothing but good blessings.  The people who every day, refer to Rhonda as my wife, as their in-law, as a positive addition to their life because of my relationship with her.  And these people still claim to love and support my relationship and the rights that should accompany that relationship with the woman I love, yet have (or are planning to) cast a vote for Mitt Romney.  A man who is hellbent on destroying what few rights I do have in regards to sharing my life with another woman.  I understand and I’ve heard just about every argument for why someone would want to cast a vote for Romney.  And I’m not here to say that those reasons are wrong merely because I disagree with them.  But at the end of the day, what you’re saying to me is that any number of those reasons are more important to you than my civil rights.  Your vote for Romney, regardless the reason, means that you’re putting a reason before my civil rights.  And that breaks my heart.

I’m not saying to my friends and family who vote for Romney that I’m going to stop loving you.  I’m not going to ostracize you from my life.  I’m not going to request that you unfriend me on Facebook or otherwise tritefully judge you for your political decisions. However, I am saying that I’m going to feel very emotionally distant from you.  For how long, I don’t know.  I’m going to feel a sadness when I look at you and remember that when push came to shove, you didn’t stand up for my rights as a human being.  It’s an incredibly hard pill to swallow, particularly in the face of some of the people I love most in this world.  When it comes down to the bare bones of it all, nothing is more important than the welfare of our fellow human beings, especially the human beings we love and care about.  If you don’t support gay rights or equality in general.  If you know me personally and don’t support my marriage to Rhonda.  Then heck, vote for the guy who wants to keep me from visiting my wife in the hospital.  If that’s how you feel, I’ll respect your decision because it’s your decision to make.  But don’t tell me that you DO support me and then vote my rights away.  That’s what I find so damn heart breaking and hard to swallow.  So, please excuse me if I seem a bit emotionally on edge lately.  I’m working extremely hard on being accepting of the people who apparently don’t fully accept me.


14 thoughts on “One of the Rare Occasions I Actually Voice A Political Opinion

  1. You and the people who understand and support you are on the side of what is right. I believe with every fiber of my being that one day, justice will prevail. I wish people I love didn’t have to be hurt on this journey to equality–especially by the people they love.

    • Yeah, but it’s part of the journey, right? I have all the faith in the world that we’ll get there. No civil rights movement celebrated victorious results overnight. As long as we’re moving in a positive direction, I can be patient about it. It’s the moving in the negative direction that gets me all puffed up and verbal about it.

  2. I really feel your pain. The human ability to justify fear at the expense of justice always amazes me. Sex, religion, whatever; all differences pale to our common love.

  3. Ok, I love these pictures! (and the ones below!) My farivote is definitely the one of them peeking out from behind the book. M is so gorgeous, love her vibrant hair and infectious smile!

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