Well at least for now…

There’s always this worry about the other side. What if Chinese radio starts talking about how incest and animal coupling can happen? What if there is more propaganda about same-sex parents with bad parenting? What if the line can’t be held?

Unlike the rest of twitterverse…and other social media, I was unaware that today was the important day for Proposition 8, passed in California in 2008. But when the proposition was struck down, I immediately heard about it.

And cheers all around! I was intrigued with the one line in the NYTimes The Kids Are All Right movie review: [It] starts from the premise that gay marriage, an issue of ideological contention and cultural strife, is also an established social fact.

When will it be?

And yet, I am always still embarrassed about my first encounter with LGBT. Like many people…in the 80s and 90s…and even my parents, the idea of LGBT didn’t really exist. It wasn’t at the top of mind. I had very few friends in high school, but there was one that I trusted a lot. She was smart, quick, funny. She was awkward as me, but wasn’t as fearful and anxious. One day, she appeared in history class with her head shaved. I asked why and she told me that it was because she was gay. Not prepared for the revelation and surprised, I laughed instead. And for the rest of the period, whenever she looked back at me…I started laughing.

I know that there are some members in my family that don’t understand. Yet. In college, my parents were very reluctant when I had declared that I wanted to live with a male roommate. When I told them that my male roommate would be gay…they paused…and paused…I think…that’s ok?