It’s a strange time in the world.
As far as the species’ CV goes, we’re undeniably more advanced and innovative than ever. But, as a breed? A class? A kind? We seem to have steered ourselves into more of a classist and kind-less way of life than anything demonstrated through any Century and civilisation gone before.
Social Media means we’re more ‘connected’ than ever – but that’s just pressing a button, right? If we’re honest with ourselves, we’ve never been more disconnected. Somewhere along the line, fear outmaneuvered freedom, which is the most dangerous decorum to endure for any man among many. It is however – conspiracy theories aside – the perfect place to position the numbers, if you are the one/s seeking to proclaim power over them.
Why the topic?
Because it is alive and well rife and rampant.
Just recently, Indiana filled my radar with their confident Religious Freedom Restoration Act, which essentially means that any business can refuse to serve homosexual customers on the basis of their rights (within the religious context).
This kind of primitive posturing is the ominous wet-ink on the post-mortem of mankind.
I don’t say primitive because I’m looking to stoke the religiously loyal. I say primitive because, if being religiously loyal grants those who are, an entitlement to reverse humanity’s strides of acceptance, then the religiously loyal are stupid.
The Bible is not a bag of liquorice all sorts. You don’t get to pick just the parts you like, and plug-and-play them for a lifestyle you believe is ‘enough’ for a God-fearing follower.
Thankfully, most religious people I know aren’t like this – but the fanatics are out there, en masse.
The repercussions are relevant to me, as would gender bias or racial profiling be to those affected in times gone by … and still.
Because of the relevance, I got to wading through some of the hundreds of the most hesitant, humble and sacredly solemn confessions of nothing more than whom each one is…
Coming Out Stories.
Only because our ‘civilised’ custom decided it so.
It got me thinking about my journey, my coming to terms with my truth, and my coming out.
I know, I know… a complete shocker to all – me and my bad-ass brut self. But! Jokes aside, the familiarity of family (and some friends too) means that there are those, so close to the candelabra, that connecting the otherwise obviously-dancing dots, can be more foreign than forthright.
So it’s important.
It’s important to me.
Being able to was important, and I’d insist on the same privilege for every other LGBT person yet to cross their ravine.
If living was just natural in its nudges, our species’ CV would be filled with credentials of kindness, referenced relief, and profusions of philanthropy, weaving just wondrous histories layered with love from the lives lived.
Wouldn’t that be rad?
It’s My Birthday
I am without doubt, an imposter among the 37 club. I don’t know what this age is supposed to feel like – and I definitely don’t act it. Still, in my lifetime to date, thank Jesus, Jehovah, Allah, Buddha, the Light – wherever you go when you close your eyes – the space to express one’s right to equality and therein live the same legit freedoms afforded most, hasn’t been completely conscripted into the crazy coop.
These notable assertions come with being aware of one’s own humanity – and then everybody else’s too.
That’s how respect works.
And perhaps the hardest part is in learning to own your own, so that where you can’t grant it to others, you may at least give yourself – and them – the space to collect and kiss with the kindred of theirs.
That’s brave. And bravery is beautiful.
It takes courage. And courage is compassion alive.
Living together is about sharing. And sharing what you have is how we glimpse what the soul looks like.
Yours isn’t supposed to resemble anyone else’s – because there is no common denominator when it comes to that.
So keep questioning your ‘unfairs’ for as long as you have to, because questioning is the only way to measure nerves.
Testing your own is about self-respect…
…and it’s out there where I’ll meet you and kiss yours with mine.
And so, this is My Birthday Wish:
Whoever and wherever you are, know that growing up doesn’t mean you have to let go of who you were when you wore smaller clothes.
Step off the landing.
Don’t wait to wear your wonderful.
© Dylan Balkind
If you’re interested, these are the videos the clips came from: