After reading jamie44 blog, I thought about my cousin Stevie. His mother, (Sarah) had 12 children. I was told as a child that Stevie preferred to play with dolls and easy bake ovens instead of trucks and cap pistols. The elders didn't seem to understand his odd behavior. All I knew was that I loved Stevie just the way he was. Stevie was older than me and more experienced in life so I sought his wise counsel on many occassions.
As we grew older, Stevie became ill. Initially, I didn't know what was wrong with him but the elders knew. He was hospitalized and I went to see him often. Let me say this up front, Yes, I knew Stevie was gay, but that didn't stop me from loving him. Not long after being hospitilized, Stevie passed away. My aunt Sarah had preceded Stevie in death. My Uncle Saul, (Stevie's father) was still alive when he passed. Only about half of his family showed up to pay their respects. I assume that the other half chose not to show because of their own personal beliefs, and or opinions concerning his life journey or they didn't want to except him for who he was .
I hope Stevie found the love that he so desired before he left this world. So many of us are ostracized for being who we are. An ostomate, gay, cancer patient and so on. First and foremost we are all human! Remember that, alright.