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my lesbian aunts edited version

my lesbian aunts edited version

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How could a sex educator, a bird scientist who calls Alaska home, a dressage andmodern dance instructor, and a geneticist turned non-profit-company leader possibly beconnected?They are all members of my family sphere and are all lesbians.While growing up my parents never informed me that those aunts and closefriendswere homosexuals. Why would they? They never specified that my other two auntswere straight; or that I¶ll get a toy in the McDonald¶s happy-meal; or that Dad is going towant a big glass of ice-cold water after he finishes mowing the lawn; or that the sun will risethe next day. It wasn¶t necessary. It was just the way things were.People of this era have argued ruthlessly back and forth over whether homosexuality iscaused by nature, nurture or a combination of the two. Like everyone else, I too have anopinion on the matter, but that¶s anotherstory. The important fact is that theopen atmosphere Igrew up in taught me that whether gays and lesbians have the same rights as heterosexualsshouldn¶t hinge on the answer to the nature-nurture debate. Whether it¶s a choice peoplemake or innate biology, I grew up knowing that homosexuals deserve the same acceptanceand equality as everybody else. Duh.And as far as I was concerned, all American childrenwere raised to think this way. Iknew that somewhere, in a far off land, where the people are uneducated or brainwashed,prejudice against homosexuals might exist. But certainly nobody I knew or who I mightcome in contact with would be like that.It wasn¶t until I was 15 years old that I had my eyes forced open and was finally madeto realize there are people I interact with on a daily basis that hold those disgusting beliefs.The year was 2002, I had just begun dating my first serious boyfriend and satellite TVwas quickly gaining popularity. My boyfriend¶s dad was the type of guy who always had tohave the latest, state-of-the-art electronics, so of course they had a satellite dish. He was alsothe type of guy who had no hang-ups about stealing channels, so they had an illegal channelcard as well.One day after school my boyfriend Mike* and I were cuddling close together on hisparents¶ sofa, flipping through the myriad of channels and cooing sappy secrets of love intoeach other¶s ears. Mike¶s finger tapped rhythmically on the channel button. Click; wait for the channel to load; watch for 10 seconds; click; rinse, lather, repeat. My mind was justgetting used to the strobe-light pattern blinking on the TV screen when he abruptly broke thecycle. After 432 channels of junk he had finally found something that held his attention. Itwas Degrassi, a show from Canada that takes place in a high school and addresses many of the issues and concerns that teens in our generation were facing. We followed the showintently and triednever to miss an episode.³Oh! Degrassi!´ I chimed as we both simultaneously scooted our bodies into an alert,upright position. We silently watched it intently for a few minutes before realizing it was are-run. Chattingensued as the show played in the background.³So, Marco finally came out of the closet, huh?´ I said.
³Yeah, pretty crazy,´ he responded.³What do you mean?´ I asked. ³What¶s µpretty crazy¶ about it?´³Marco coming out is pretty crazy, that¶s all,´ he said with a shrugas if it was obvious.³Why is that crazy? He didn¶t even tell his parents, just one of his friends.´The gooey love-eyes and whispery trance we¶d been in just moments before hadvanished and a heated discussion had taken its place.³Of course he didn¶t tell his parents! How could he tell his parents? They wouldprobably disown him.´³What? That¶s ridiculous. No parents would disown their child for who they love,´ Icried.The room went painfully silent for a moment before Mike spoke up and changed myview of the world forever.³I¶m pretty sure my dad would.´The meticulous gears running my brain, which had ticked along so smoothly up untilthat point, came to a lurching stop. It was the first time in my life that my mind was made todeal with the reality that someone I knew, Mike¶s Dad, was a person who would discriminateagainst a fellow human being, and even more unbelievably, someone who they loved, basedon their sexuality. It made me feel sick to my stomach and disgusted with humanity as awhole.I couldn¶t believe it. More accurately, I didn¶t
to believe it.To think that waywas just wrong, didn¶t everybody know that?Pandora¶s Box had been flung wide open and from that moment forward the way Isaw the world around me would never be the same. A sour taste hung in my mouth as Iconsidered what this meant for me. A million distressing questions swam around in my mind.Why would anyone, especially someone in your own family, disown you just because of whoyou love? How could someone claim to love you one day and then want nothing to do withyou the next over something as natural as your sexual orientation? And, if that is the case,than obviously their love was pretty transparent in the first place and would you really wantthat type of person in your life anyway? Are there people in
life who love
like that;people who would drop me if I was dating a Michelle rather thana Michael?It was way too much for me to digest in that moment so I swallowed what I could andtucked the rest away. I took it out and nibbled on it from time to time, but after severalmonths of rolling the ugly revelation around in my head I still didn¶t get it; I don¶t think I¶llever understand how people can sleep at night knowing that they judge another person over who they love. But, eventually, I was able to come to terms with the fact that it was the cruelreality of the world. At age 15 I was not, however, ready to examine the possibility thatanyone in
family or close circle of friends would dare to think like that. The only way I
could handle the repulsive discovery I¶d made thatfateful afternoon at Mike¶s house was bytelling myself that people like Mike¶s Dad were the evil minority and that they certainly didnot exist in
family. The Universe was kind enough tolet me to retain this shred of hope for 6 more bright years.My two honorary aunts, Meg* and Sarah*--the Alaskan bird scientist and thegeneticist turned non-profit-company leader --had exchanged rings and traded vows privatelywhen I was just 8 years old. At that time I was way more interested in water-balloon fightsand climbing on rocks than I was in weddings or mushy love stuff in general, but as far as Iwas concerned Aunt Meg and Aunt Sarah were the two coolest people in the universe; Ilooked up to them like some kids looked up to the flawless, popular 8
graders at school, so Ilistened intently to absolutely everything they told me about their union. I can still remember them showing me the sweet engravings on the underside of both their rings as I chowed downon a burrito at Margaritaville. Neither of them had been at all concerned with having a large,showy, traditional-style wedding but they did want to pledge their everlastingunion andunfaltering commitment to each other. It was not a state-sanctioned marriage that would holdup in court, but to them it was equally as meaningful and binding.My two blood-related aunts,the sex educator/writer and the dressage/dance instructor,had also had a small, private ceremony when I was younger. But unlike my Aunt Meg andAunt Sarah, who had been seemingly satiated with that, my Aunt Maggi* and Aunt Rose* hadalways spoke openly about their strong desire of wanting more; of wanting a real,government-recognized marriage. And who could blame them? So they waited for the USgovernment to come around; and waited; and waited; and waited; and waited.And then finally,after much discussion and back and forth flip-flopping, Californialegalized same-sex marriage! When I awoke and read the news of California¶s long overduedecision in the morning newspaper I felt elated, relieved, and convinced that now all the other states would follow suit, tipping like weak domino chips.Oh, how naïve I was. I had seenCalifornia¶s decision as a belated eventuality but apparently, sadly, that¶s not how everyoneelse felt.Perhaps Aunt Maggi and Aunt Rose had had enough world experience to foresee therepeal that came several months later, or maybe they were just sick and tired of waiting.Whatever the case, they made it a point to get married as soon as it was humanly possible,sprinting out of the stables like horses that had been waiting desperately to run the race; theywere therefore able to sneak in during the brief window of legal opportunity.It¶s extremely disappointing that the legality of their marriage is under fire right now,but at the time I was ecstatic for them and overjoyed that they could finally wed the way theyhad always dreamed.Planning took off full steam ahead and within the blink of an eye locations wereconfirmed, wedding outfits were purchased, cake was tasted and invitations were mailed.My grandfather, the dad of my Aunt Maggi, is an extremely strict Orthodox Jew whobasically looks like the Travelocity gnome, minus the pointy red dunce hat and plus a

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