Because I'm Proud- One Mom's Journey to Become the Best Damn Ally She Can Be
I’m probably making another assumption. It goes like this, “if your pronouns are not the mainstream she/her or he/him, you will want to wear them in the form of a button or necklace or some such thing so everyone will know the proper pronoun to use for you.” But would you?
Do you ever think about the assumptions that you make? I don’t think assumptions are always bad, but recently I’ve been thinking I need to take a closer look at mine because of a recent conversation.
You know how one thing leads to another and suddenly you’ve gone down a completely related yet unrelated rabbit hole? Here’s what happened recently when Hannah and I looked for Pride festivals to attend this summer
Today, after continuing the search for wedding attire, I’m thinking about fitting rooms. (this will make sense in a minute, I promise.) For those of us who fit into standardized gender roles, trying on clothes is fairly straight forward. Find an outfit, go to the dressing room. Didn’t fit? Return to the area within close proximity to the dressing room or at least on the same floor to find something else. So what about our friends who don’t fit the standardized gender roles?
So, how important is having your own flag? If this is a question, then my answer would be, “how important is it to feel like you belong, that you have a connection to folks like you, that there is a way to feel safe and accepted just as you are, no matter who you love?”
I am the proud mom of a lovely young woman who happens to be gay, and I am on a journey to become the best damn Ally I can be.