Along the lines of lending voice to the living, here’s a great little story and memorable quote to paste on your fridge:
In 2006, Democratic congressman Barney Frank was accused by Republican John Hostettler of having a “radical homosexual agenda.”
“I do have things I would like to see adopted on behalf of LGBT people,” responded Frank. “They include the right to marry the individual of our choice; the right to serve in the military to defend our country; and the right to a job based solely on our own qualifications.
“I acknowledge that this is an agenda, but I do not think that any self-respecting radical in history would have considered advocating people’s rights to get married, join the army, and earn a living as a terribly inspiring revolutionary platform.”
Several years ago, on two separate occasions, my son’s two dads were gay bashed in Toronto. Once, they were strolling near Casa Loma when a man came from behind and struck Uli with a baseball bat. They hadn’t even been holding hands; they had been, I believe, admiring the flower gardens. That’s all it took.
My partner and I were once heckled by a man in our old neighbourhood as we were similarly out for a walk, probably heading into the shops to pick up something for dinner. Maybe we were collecting our son somewhere, I don’t remember and it doesn’t matter. The man looked us over pseudo-sexually, made an assumption and said, mockingly, “Where do lesbians go?” (dirt in his mouth is how that word sounded.)
“To heaven!” replied my quick-witted girl.