I am quirky and proud. Here is probably more than you ever wanted to know about me.
Disclaimer: This letter contains sarcasm and unfiltered honesty.
Pride month is one of the BEST MONTHS OUT THERE. Four weeks of rainbows, glitter, and good old fashioned love... except for Boston. Apparently, Boston is holding a Straight Pride Parade planned for August 31st to celebrate... well, I'm not quite sure what would be celebrated. Sexual confusion? A false sense of Christianity? The delicate structure that is "no homo?"
Honestly, I feel like its a huge waste of city funds. So, I figured I should highlight some important details about gay pride.
In June 1969, police raided the Stonewall Inn, a gay club in New York City on the basis that being gay wasn't OK. That's it. The raid caused a riot among LGBT+ patrons and neighbors as police brutally threw patrons and employees out of the club. This event was followed by six days of protests and violent clashes, lead by a group of Drag Queens, including Black American Drag Queens. This was the catalyst for the gay rights movement.
Since then, gay rights have made so much progression such as Same-Sex Marriage legalized in the US in 2015, to same-sex couples, and LGBTQ+ roles shown on television.
Dear Straight people,
The entire point of pride is to celebrate a group of people who are ostracized IN SOCIETY. People who have to FIGHT for the right to love, the right to be represented, and the right to be accepted by their friends, family, work colleagues, their place of worship and the rest of the world!
It's all well and good to want to celebrate yourself for your culture and traditions (google search: family holidays), or your own accomplishments during your life (google search: Applebee's). Celebrating sexuality is much more personal because it's still not accepted in most regions or religions of the world.
Don't be upset, you are more than welcome to enjoy your straight-ness, just as much as you have to tolerate our non-straight-ness. You don't have to believe in a same-sex marriage, the same way I don't believe that religion is your sole reason to ostracize, bully, torment and dehumanize a group of innocent people who don't conform. Gay, lesbian, transgender, asexual, bisexual, the victims of the pulse shooting, ALL THESE PEOPLE HAVE HEARTS, TOO.
If at the end of this article, you still care to make an argument, I'd like to ask you some questions.
Have you ever been fired because you are straight?
Have you ever been bullied, assaulted, attacked, or banned from using the bathroom because you are straight?
Has anyone from your family ever stopped talking to you or stopped loving you because of your sexuality?
Have you ever been afraid to be yourself?
Has your church (or any form of safety zone) ever told you that you would burn in hell based on your sexuality?
Let me know.
It's Father's Day season everybody, a time to thank our fathers, and to take special time to remember and honor the fathers no longer here with us as well. I'd like to give a huge shoutout to all the Dads out there: you are loved and appreciated more than you know! Happy Father's Day to you.
As I have grown up and matured, my relationship with my own Dad has changed tremendously. There is one thing that hasn't changed, though, and that's his ceaseless support of me and all of my endeavors, no matter how crazy he thinks they are. He's the one person I am certain will always be my biggest fan. (And you too of course, Mom!) That's what Dads do; they never fail to cheer you on.
You see, my Dad has never sat back on the sidelines. He's always wanted to be involved in whatever it was I was dealing with, from school to athletics to situations I wouldn't necessarily want to include him in (A.K.A., boy situations). Despite the latter, you gotta love 'em. That's what Dads do; they insert themselves into your lives, for they know what's best for you (or at least they think they do).
On a little aside, thank you Dad, for always being on my side, even when Mom was not. That's what Dads do; they help you stick up to the real boss. (Sorry, Mom!)
Without fail, my Dad is the guy up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning, revving up the lawn mower or banging a hammer somewhere, coercing my siblings and I out of bed to help him with his unending list of things to be done around the house. That's what Dads do; they teach you to work hard and do the most with the short time we have here on earth.
My Dad is the greatest advice-giver. He strives to lead a simple life, and I never really understood why until I got a little older. I've learned the best of life lessons from him over the years. After all, in the words of first Zac Brown, and then my father, "Life's too easy to be so damn complicated". There have been countless times that I've looked back and realized that my old man was right after all. They know what they're talking about. That's what Dads do; they share the most valuable life advice.
I can honestly say that my Dad is my absolute, hands-down, favorite person to drink a beer with. There's no one I have more fun with simply chillin' on the pier, sippin' Miller Lite and shootin' the breeze. I can honestly say he's one of my best friends. That's what Dads do; they're the most genuine pals you'll find in this life.
All in all, Father's Day, along with all the other 364 days in a year, is the perfect time to take a moment and appreciate all that your father has done for you, and continues to do. Above all, spend time with your Dad. Take him to a baseball game. Bring him to the bar with you. Ask him to take the boat for a cruise sometime. Time is so valuable. Trust me, it'll mean the world to him.