My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I devoured this book. It turned my heart inside out, left me wanting, breathless, angry, heartbroken, amazed, longing, happy and with a heart filled with love. In other words – it was perfect.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Are some people destined to endure horrible things? Maybe. Is it possible for those people to claw their way out of the darkness? With the help of the right person, absolutely. Aidan & Jessie – each helped the other to fight their demons and find love.
My father is a character
He’s always hated conforming to someone else’s rules – he wants to be free to make his own rules
When he got his job as a physicist in the early sixties they told him he had to wear a necktie to work.
He hates neckties….with a passion…and he told his bosses that
They looked him in the eye and told him he had to wear something around his neck
So he tied a bandana around his neck and went to work
And a unique character was born
For the next thirty-odd years that he worked there he was the bandana guy
If someone new was around they were told, “Oh, you don’t know Ted? He’s the bandana guy,” and they instantly knew who he was
Unique, funny, stands out, a little crazy – yep, that’s my dad
And he spent his off time surrounded by girls – his beautiful wife and his four daughters, of which I am lucky to be one
We weren’t rich by any stretch of the imagination but we were comfortable, we were accepted, we were free to be whoever we wanted to be and we were loved
We all knew that no matter who we became in life we would be loved
We all knew that we were unique in our own ways and we would be accepted
We were free to make our own choices, our own way, free to follow our hearts, free to follow our dreams and we knew that no matter where our unique paths took us, Dad would be there cheering us on
We were encouraged to be unique, to be whatever we wanted to be
Was he perfect?
Not a chance
He would hate if I said that he was – perfect means that there’s no room for improvement, no reason to keep trying
His patience was lacking but over the years we learned that was because he knew we could do so much better, he knew we could be so much more – so we always tried harder
He gave his love of nature to all of us
He gave us his love of music
He gave us his love of photography
For me, he gave me his love of writing
And more than anything he gave us his love of human beings – no matter what color they are, what sexuality they are. Whoever he met, if they were kind and good he’d treat them like the good friend he knew they would be.
That’s what resonates the most with me
Love one another, accept one another
It’s how my sister’s and I were raised
It’s how we raised our children
It’s how our children are raising their children
And it was taught to us by our hero…..who always wears a bandana
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I’ll be honest. This one was tough sometimes. Like watching a scary movie between your fingers cause you’re afraid something bad is going to happen tough. But almost like finding a hidden treasure in a store full of junk, if you can power through the scary stuff, you’ll peel back the layers and find something amazing and beautiful and so worth it.
At work today it was “Pride Day” – which was good because it raised donations for the Pride Foundation (that supports WA, OR, MT, AK & ID). Of all the donations raised, my work matches them dollar for dollar which I love and I know it helps but I wanted to do more.
So I wore a Love is Love t-shirt – but does it help?
Or does it really just make me feel better because I’m showing off my support?
Did it make some people uncomfortable when they walked by me? Maybe
Did it make some folks sneer or look away in disgust? Possibly
Did it make some look at me and wonder ‘is she one of them? Or ‘is she a lesbian?’ Probably
Do I care? Hell no
Because every time I can make people see my support is a success
Because every time I can voice my support to someone with closed off views is a win
Because every time I don’t turn away if I hear or see someone bullying a gay person or couple is a step in the right direction
Because every time a co-worker’s eyes widen when they see it and they whisper, “I can’t believe you wore that” – I can say, “Of course I did. Where is yours?”
Because every time someone says to me, “Oh, you’re so brave for wearing that,” I can tell them, “Let me tell you who are the REAL brave people are.”
Because I am a fricking human being and that is the only kind of them that I give a shit about.
Am I afraid that someone might lash out at me over this or I might lose friends over it? A little
But my fear is NOTHING compared to the battles faced every minute of every day by the LGBTQ community.
I’m never afraid when I walk down the street holding my husband’s hand
I never worry that we won’t be accepted when I introduce him to new people
I never think twice about kissing him goodbye when we’re out in public
Because what he and I have is considered ‘normal’, it’s acceptable
And THAT’S what needs to change
I am but one straight voice in this fight and that may not seem like much
But every voice can be heard if we all speak at once
If every voice speaks up when they hear a gay slur or see someone being bullied for being gay – it can help
It’s easy to hide your beliefs and tell yourself not to get involved or not to speak up because what difference can one person do?
But easy doesn’t change things
Easy never makes a difference
Easy doesn’t challenge
And easy doesn’t reward
So fuck easy
If we all stop hiding – if we all ‘come out of the fear closet’ and stand up to the bullies, stand up to the bigots, stand up to the haters – together our voices can be louder than theirs
So I wore a shirt today
I walked around in it with my head held high and a smile on my face
A smile that said, “Yes this is my shirt and I proudly believe that EVERYONE deserves to love openly and without fear”
Hard? A little
I’m a straight female – this isn’t my fight
But I’m a human being – so it is
If just one person opens their eyes and looks at my shirt – I win
Because if I can get them to open their eyes then I just might be able to get them to open their heart too
It may not seem like much, it may not make a difference
But it’s my voice
I’m shouting it loud and I will not stop
Not until everyone can walk down the street holding hands and nobody gives it a second thought
Not until we start holding Human Pride parades and everyone joins in
It’s my voice and I will keep shouting
Today I shouted by wearing a shirt
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Can two people find love when one can’t speak and the other doesn’t know sign language? Can two people find love when one is emotionally withdrawn and the other is emotionally damaged? Can two people find love when neither of them thinks they’re worthy of it?
The answer to all of these questions is a resounding yes.
Because love is the universal language that can bring together even the most disheartened souls.
Beautiful story. Beautiful love.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Out of darkness there is light. Out of hate there is love. Two young souls both raised in different worlds find each other through the most beautiful language of all: Love. Whatever you have in your life that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside – read this and you’ll get that feeling multiplied by a thousand.