One year ago we lost 49 (mostly queer, mostly Latinx) humans at Pulse.
Fifty years ago the Supreme Court ruled interracial marriages (like my parents’) were to be legal nationwide.
I wish I had a way to explain how inextricable these two events are to me, beyond their shared date.
The best I can do today–as a mixed race gay man–is to say love is an act of courage.
Sometimes going to dance at a club is an act of courage. Sometimes loving openly–and publicly–is an act of courage. Sometimes explicitly and boldly supporting those we know is an act of courage.
People have loved beyond society’s boundaries of race and gender for as long as society has had boundaries of race and gender. And that “transgression” is often met with hostility, violence, and even death.
I know you as my friends are neither hostile nor violent when it comes to race and gender. So instead I ask:
What people do you (and I) merely show tolerance rather than embrace warmly?
What words do we use that may unintentionally erase or belittle those who are different from ourselves?
What other ways can we be gentle, be loving, and be kind?
To the straight/white folks reading this: It is our responsibility to do this work, even and especially when it does not seem to directly affect our own lives.
To everyone (particularly the queer, Latinx, and POC folks) reading this: May you find love and courage to sustain you today, and everyday.