Apparently there’s something wrong with me because I am
really not interested in the genitals of whoever is in the next bathroom
stall. As a rule, I don’t frequent men’s
rooms (unless the ladies room line is endless and someone is on guard at
least). I’m glad I don’t get to watch
other people pee on a regular basis.
I have to admit I don’t quite get the varieties of sexuality
that are professed by people; maybe they were always there but not talked
about. Maybe they weren’t talked about
because no one knew what to call them. I
think that’s still a process. We’re up
to LesbianBisexualGayTransgenderQueer; but Gay and Queer used to be synonymous
and Queer used to be a slur, like Faggot.
But everything can change.
I think it’s fascinating and it doesn’t upset me. I think everyone should be who they truly are
even if everyone is not happy about it.
Who am I to tell you how you feel or how to dress? I am uncomfortable when people expose too
much of their anatomy within my sights, but I see that at Wal-Mart anyway. I can just walk away or avert my eyes. Or not go to Wal-Mart.
As far as using public restrooms, most of us hate that
anyway. I can deal as long as I can
close a door. Sexual predators? They may or may not have been in the vicinity
of my children in many places they were.
Reality is we can never be with our children all the time. We have to educate them and make sure they
tell us about anything that worries them.
I am more worried about legal loony tunes with guns than pretend
transgenders in public restrooms. Or any
kind of transgenders.
There are lesbian and gay transgenders and no-genders (the
only correct pronoun being “they” for that group). Babies come in rainbow shades now, not just pink
and blue. We used to think that in some
future world you would be able to choose the sex of your child-to-be or even
have designer genes for the characteristics you wanted in your offspring. If this ever happens, look at all the choices
there will be!
Years ago, a co-worker told me she had a family member who
was transgender. The part that bothered
me about this was that this was a closely guarded family secret. The spouse of this person did not know the
truth. I couldn’t help but think of the
children (obviously created through non-sexual means) who would find out one
day the biological reality of this parent.
At least today, people are being open and honest. In the past, people who were not heterosexual
led double lives and paid a terrible emotional price.
Lighten up America!
Embrace the rainbow and let your colors fly!
