We are always complaining, or at least I am, about not having the civil rights we deserve. Those complaints are valid ones. LGBT individuals can still be fired in most states simply because of his or her sexual orientation, gender identity, or gender expression. Same-sex couples cannot marry in most states and even when they can their marriages are not recognized by our federal government thus denying them over a thousand rights and benefits available to heterosexual married couples. Our LGBT youth suffer from bullying and homelessness at higher rates than their heterosexual counterparts. Any way you cut it, LGBT individuals and couples are at a disadvantage in a country that boasts "all men are created equal" (never-mind what this means for women, another story for another day).
Lesbian relationships can be fraught with all kinds of angst. Some of it is unearned and a lot of it is self-induced. Being friends with exes. How many of you just had your blood boil at the very thought of that? When someone is good friends with an ex, where there is that unbreakable bond, then that should be respected. I always wonder about the self-esteem of people who worry about their partner being friends with an ex. If the ex is an unhealthy person and causes your partner grief and sorrow then by all means step in with some advice. Advice being the key word.
Sometimes people need a “Come to Jesus meeting”. For those who don’t know what that means it is just simply saying that a person needs a serious no holds bar reality check. These are those last resort intervention type meetings. Although I write this column offering my advice it is ultimately up to the person posing the question to decide whether or not they want to take the advice I have given.
So why do I do it? Why do I post every week on the slim chance of someone actually listening? I do it because it is our responsibility as part of the lesbian movement to engage in the idea of community and help each other. Some paint, some lobby, some start organizations, and some preach on soapboxes on street corners. I write.
What do you do for the “cause”? Think about that as you enjoy another installment of, Just Ask Me…Spoken and remember that if you have a burning question that you need answered, contact me.
Another week has come and gone and I find myself once again in my favorite place, on my couch and reading letters with, yes you guessed it, a nice cup of caramel macchiato and a freshly lit ciggy. This week has been a doozy hasn’t it? With increasing gas prices and tragedy in Japan and along our coast I am starting to listen to the crazies on the street warning us to pay attention to the signs.
Please remember to take a moment of silence for those that are being made to endure these tough times and for those souls that have been called back home.
We've said it before, but good advice always bears repeating.
It doesn't matter if you have one vibrator or two. Everyone needs to have that one good friend that knows exactly what to do in case of an emergency.
If something unexpected were to happen to you, they will simply race over to your house, collect up all your sex toys and secretly take them away to where they can't be found.
Your mom will never even know they were there.