I don’t talk much on my blog about my personal beliefs. At least not in a blatant way. But I have posted before about one thing that I truly believe in: equal rights.
Yesterday, Zach, Alex and I joined a small group of Zach’s coworkers at Pittsburgh Pride. We even got to wear fancy schmancy Google Pittsburgh Pride shirts that stated, “We are here.”
Why is this something I care so greatly about? Am I gay? No. Do I have any gay relatives? No. Some of my closest friends are gay, so I suppose that increases my passion. During college, one of my closest friends was transgendered. But I’ve cared about equality long before I met any of them. At least, I cared about in this sense: I thought everyone was equal, so until I came to the harsh realization that everyone was not treated equally I didn’t know to care. I think it was around fifth grade that the bubble of loveliness popped and reality sunk in.
I care about equality for my son. And for you. And your current or future children.
Alex is still a baby. He doesn’t have a sexuality the way that we think of sexuality. He isn’t gay or straight; he isn’t gendered. He is my baby and he deserves to have every single chance at success in this world as the next person. If he is gay as an adult, I don’t want him to suffer because of it. I don’t want him to feel one ounce of shame or guilt because of who he is. And I sure as hell don’t want him to feel the pain of not being able to spend the rest of his life with the person he loves in the same capacity as a heterosexual.
I want Alex to be happy and healthy. He will probably be just like his father: crazy smart, super cute, and heterosexual. But if he isn’t? He shouldn’t have his rights taken away from him.
Of course, Alex was very supportive of the cause. He held on to those rainbow balloons like it was his job.
I promise I didn’t put them there. I wasn’t trying to suffocate my son in the super hot and humid weather. I think he liked the privacy.