Sunday, October 18, 2009

why you need my equality

an open letter to my community,

i'm tired of chanting at rallies. i don't want to talk about what i want today. i don't want to talk religion or politics today, though know that i welcome both of those conversations. for right now, let's talk about why you need my equality, as two people who share a community.

you need my equality. i'm tired of telling people what i want. and when i want it. it's not about me, what i want, or when. it's about us, and you. and you need my equality. i'm not shouting this, i'm not asking you, for the first time in my life, i feel confident and steady enough to talk to you as my equal. because we are. and legally, we should be.

i've built my adult life around queer politics and culture. it has made me a better community member. i've also spent a certain amount of my life in grief and mourning. because being queer meant a loss for me. a loss of safety, a loss of approval, a loss of options.

i've been jaded. for a long time. from a very young age, i knew i was queer. even from that very young age, i equated being queer with those losses. i knew that at some point i would have to tell my mom she would never be the mother of a bride because that's what my being queer meant. when i came out to her, the only thing she cried about was that she wouldn't be the mother of a bride.

being queer has meant a number of other things as well. at times, it has meant a certain kind of fraternity and community that otherwise would not have been available to me. at times, it has meant shame, it has meant violence, it has meant the expectation of disapproval during the most mundane and taken for granted activities of life. like, having coffee with my partner and her son we were raising together.

i didn't know until recently that i wanted to get married. i have a strong faith in god. let me and god and my church work out my ability to marry in the eyes of god. i trust that we will.

you and i should work out my ability to marry in the eyes of the state.

i have a strong faith in love. still, somewhere in my heart, i believed that i didn't deserve to get married. i bought into that. i don't believe that anymore. and civil partnerships are a consolation prize that offer me little comfort.

i have been grieving this loss since i was five years old. i wanted to marry my best friend, and registered that i would never i would never be able to marry who i wanted. i have been in mourning for 28 years. where else could my time, and energy, and talent be spent? how much better would our community be if i loved another joyfully without shame, without fear, without this grief?

when i realized i wanted to get married, i started taking dancing lessons. i want to dance at my wedding. give me the opportunity to dance at my wedding. locally, with all of my family and friends and community to bear witness. granted, i have to find someone to marry, but i'll work on that part.

when Spain legalized gay marriage Spain's Prime Minister Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero said, "...We are enlarging the opportunity for happiness to our neighbors, our co-workers, our friends and, our families: at the same time we are making a more decent society, because a decent society is one that does not humiliate its members."

enlarge our opportunities for happiness. make a more decent society.

you need my equality. you need it now. because a decent society is one that does not humiliate its members.

for those of us in washington state, please vote yes on referendum 71.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

all about love

i have a tendency to be objective based. wandering can be nice, but i do better with a purpose, even if not always a destination.

since i was a kid, i have always had working missions. they've evolved from learning to fly as a kid, to creating queer spaces as an adult. though, i have an itch to fly again. when i was a kid, i raced hot air balloons. races require a minimum of three people in a basket. this is usually comprised of one adult and two kids, to keep weight at a minimum. my dad and grandfather were pilots. i grew up around flight. my favorite kind of flights were hot air balloons and gliders. i had a thing for no engines.

in the past year, i adopted a mission to find love. in all it's forms. i wanted to stretch my definition of love past the limited romantic boundaries i had set around it. i loved my parents, i loved my friends. but somehow, that didn't count for me as love. only romantic-in-love-love counted as love. it was, in fact, a kind of score sheet i kept.

i had been mostly single for three years already. i had dated a little. had a couple of girlfriends. but no one who required a conversation prior to making choices like, buying a car.

i had been cutting down on my love addiction for a few years. i wasn't ready to go cold turkey, but i wasn't going on any benders, either.

next step- really get to know love. how it works. why it works. know where i could find it, even the surprising places. start seeing it for more than what i held it to be.

in order to do that, i decided to start dating as a way of getting to know people. rather than as a way to start a relationship. i even made a surrender pact with a friend. i would surrender to the universe. if someone asked me on a date, as long it didn't cross any of my actual boundaries, i had to say yes. i couldn't hem and haw and flake out. and i did give in to it. it was good.

i wrote a relationship manifesto. i wrote choose your own adventure posts on craigslist and called them writing assignments. i dated. i really liked everyone i dated. but no girlfriends. i began to think i would never choose a girlfriend. that being said, i did get a little flakey on the surrender front when work picked up.

but another funny thing happened. i began thinking about love when i was happy. when i was angry. when i was lonely. it started as a word, and then it grew. to a concept. to a philosophy. to a feeling. to a commitment. i found myself taking care of things. in a joyful way. i got to know people. in ways i never had before. and i loved them the more i got to know them, especially when realizing our differences. and i stopped listening to jawbreaker so much. well, at least i cut down considerably. and ryan adams was out.

the funny thing- i found myself thankful for so many things. i found myself breathing more. deeper. i found myself calmer. and happier. i found myself doing more. for myself. for others. for my community. i found myself less scared. i stopped holding my breath when i walked past the parking lot where i was assaulted four years ago. i started laughing more. from my core. how was i possibly falling in love for so long without laughing and breathing?

i found myself expecting great things. and they happened. and they keep happening. i wanna do cartwheels in the street most days. i want to dance.

i find love everywhere. my heart throws sparks most of the time.

part of this mission to find love meant separating myself from my bender romantic notions. i miss them, i do.

and sometimes i'm still lonely. part of that love business meant being on my own more.

of course i haven't given up on the deeper than the river, dancing in the kitchen at the end of the night love. one of these days, i'm going to find myself laughing and breathing and surrendering in just the right ways to that slow, steady, even though i may have had a clue at first glance romantic love. with maybe a few big nights on the town, but no more love benders or hangovers. i really do believe i will find not a girl, but the right girl. just not tomorrow. i'm not naive enough to think i've got all the answers. in many ways, falling in love will be a completely new exercise for me. it will challenge me in ways i never before recognized. but as jess put it, 'doyle, you're smart enough to know it's worth the work. and you'll know when it's right." and he's right.

we'll see what happens. but i'm expecting great things. and anyway, i found more love than i even know what to do with most days. which gives me a lot of work to do. i've barely scratched the surface of this love business.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

unstoppable forces

my heart breaks a little today. so, i'm meditating on this speech.



Sunday, March 29, 2009

watermelon on salad

things went upside down a couple of months ago. six months into my technical training position at providence, i was promoted. six months into that, i was laid off after our census dropped by almost 50%. this busted my hopes of re-financing my home, as my mortgage adjusts relatively soon. i'm trying to remain hopeful, but i also need to realize that i could lose my home in the next year.

a lot of us were laid off at hospice of seattle. another position came open, and i am now in accounting. the 40% pay cut could still leave me out of reach of a safe mortgage. i appreciate them retaining me.

but i feel lost. i have a masters in gender studies, but lack formal training in technology. the job market is awful, and i should be happy i have a job. and a workplace that loves and supports me.

my goal for the past two years has been to becoome a corporate trainer, and move into a quality and operational excellence track. or, i want to go back to school and become an arnp. this is a long and expensive proposition. i'd rather be a trainer. but these are tough jobs to come by.

a relatively new person in my life took me out for drinks and dinner this week. and to talk jobs. i appreciate her help. i like her. i'm glad we're connected. i started to breathe deep for the first time in a while as we hung out. my friend summer turns 30 tomorrow. her birthday celebration was this weekend. about twelve of us rallied up at a cabin on the sound. i met up with them late, since i worked yesterday. driving out there, i was thinking about how i isolate myself when i'm nervous. i've been nervous for a while. i needed to connect with my folks this weekend. and i love how solid they are. i can move in and out, and they remain steady, always welcoming.

i got there in time for dessert. summer and pat made sure i got some dinner first. there was salad with watermelon. it was amazing. and it was the first thing i've tasted in months. it warmed me up. i played ping pong, soaked in the hot tub, made plans, and felt at home. i love these people more than i can say most days.

i don't know what's going to happen. i'm going to expect great things on the job front. i'm going to find my way. i'm going to breathe, and fish, and play catch, and love these folks in my life. i'm going to focus, and keep warm. and be grateful for these folks that keep me warm.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

knitting while champagne jamming

note to self-

do not knit while drinking champagne with friends on sundays.

just sayin'.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

pretty good year

i should quit eating cheeseburgers. but i really like cheeseburgers. i refuse to make a resolution about this. but i will think about it.

someone asked me about resolutions on new years. i told her i don't make resolutions anymore. sometimes i make intentions.

my intentions for last year-

find a job i love
date casually, no more of this rush or run thing
invest more time, love, energy into my home
grow an amazing garden
compost
run, walk, cycle
support my community
make decisions and stick to them
more joy, less shame

i found a job i do cartwheels for. i planted an amazing garden, though the job distracted me from the harvest. i dated. casually, and some crash and burns. the house got painted, new floors, new shower/bath. and feels like home. i'm just now getting to composting. the city of olympia has done a fantastic job of making it too easy to not do. i ran three times. i walked a few more. actually, a lot more. and did not cycle. annie's not a good cycle companion. i worked a lot on the community center. it's in a holding pattern now. both of my jobs support my community in ways i love. i'm getting better at making decisions and sticking to them, but really, it takes practice. there was far more joy, and far less shame this year. again, these things take practice.

my intentions for this year-

give annie some manners, and maybe a brother, but manners first
plant, tend, and harvest an amazing garden
continue to love and invest in my home
learn to live with someone after living alone for three years
dance more
run, walk, cycle
invest in my family and friends
be excellent in my work

i'll let you how it goes. as i go along. and a wrap up in a year.

be well. be love. be intentional.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

twenty minutes

i'm working a lot. it's not a complaint. i'm grateful for work. and work i love.

the past few days, my resistance is wearing. i'm tired. my learning curve still feels steep at times.

i used to have a lot of headaches. i would take tylenol. or advil. and start the clock for twenty minutes. it took twenty minutes to feel relief. if, at nineteen minutes, i was still in pain, i would still hold out for that last minute. that last minute would make all the difference.

twenty minutes became a marker for me. if something wasn't going right, i'd start the clock for twenty minutes. everything could change in twenty minutes.

recently, without every mentioning my twenty minute theory, a new friend said to me, 'you never know what could happen in twenty minutes. the love of your life could walk right in.'

i beamed at her.

twenty minutes. everything could change in twenty minutes.

and it will.