I’m a little late because of the circumstances recounted in the previous two posts, but happy Pride Month. I’m your basic cis-het male ally, lost count of the gay/trans/lesbian people we rescued off the streets, but still trying to get a handle on how I can help more people. About the only orientation/sexuality we haven’t put up for a night or a month has been Ace/aro, because for some reason people who don’t have sex with anyone don’t get tossed out of their homes by their parents. We also put up a few pagan people who got told to leave their homes for many reasons. There was a lot of crossover between Pagan and the LGBTQA community sleeping in our house.
Which is why we take people in and give them a place to sleep and get a bath/shower and a bite to eat. Many times they show up on our doorstep with only the clothes on their backs and a toothbrush, sometimes without even the toothbrush. But we take them in anyway, because we do what we can. Unless they are violent or otherwise disrespectful to other members of the house they have a place to stay. This is how we celebrate Pride in this house.
I have many Trans friends. They are all as far as I know (one or two may have stopped speaking with me) still alive and well. I’m trying to get in touch with the Trans people I have lost contact with in honor of the day.
For the Trans people who read this who I don’t know personally I hope this day finds you well. For the people who have lost Trans friends to H8 or bullying or some other cause or no cause at all, peace be with you.
And for all my Trans readers, peace be with you always.
Thus says the Witch on a Bicycle, so mote it be.
In my IRL world I spend a lot of time helping with equal rights events for HRC and other LGBT organizations. I have been asked several times why I do this, and until recently I have answered with the simple “Because it’s the right thing to do.” But that is an incomplete answer. And until now I really did not have the words to explain why I did what I did.
But now I do.
I know what it’s like to have someone try to kill you for just being who you are.
I think everyone remembers my Death Day post from 8/31 where I related how I got killed (for about 2 minutes). Well that guy tried to kill me because I had the gall to ride a bicycle on the same street he was driving on, he even screamed as much at me as he was trying to kill me.
And the same thing happens to LGBT people. Assholes try to kill them just because they exist. And the assholes can’t stand that.
So, I do what I can to prevent that from happening.
Because it’s the right thing to do.
Because I know what it feels like.
Because nobody should be forced to live like that.
PSA, Opus the Poet