IMG_6658I came out kicking.

I know I did, because I was there. Sure I was a newborn and said to have no memory of the experience, but I’m sure of it – and since I said so, that’s that.

I came out and was immediately handed over to another person, a person I wasn’t related to, because I was about to be adopted. Do I remember that? No. Lord knows I wish I did. Would have saved me YEARS of trying to hunt down those genetically ‘on the hook’ people deprived of my particular brand of fantabulousness for oh-so-many years…

So anyway, my point – sorry, I’ve kept so very quiet the past few days because the crap that passed my timeline was at the point where even I couldn’t stomach much more… I was processing, and in my house, that’s terrifying.

I’m disappointed in humanity. I’m disappointed to a point where I wonder if there really is a chance for us. My ‘I want to buy an island’ joke no longer felt like a ‘back burner’, ‘pull it out of your pocket when overly frustrated and in need of an edgy (not so edgy joke)’ after all.

I’m not gay. I’m indignant. Like so many other things, this is something I was born being. I’m sure that’s somehow grammatically incorrect but it’s the truth nonetheless. I got kicked out of several classes in high school because I was respectfully disrespectful. My extended family bowed their heads and shook them at my parents when I said something – ANYTHING – that seemed inappropriate ‘for my age’. I couldn’t not say it.

I was born like this.

I was born thinking we were all equal. We should all be happy – should we, of course, want to be. If you don’t want to be happy, be miserable. You have that right too. But allow me the option of getting the hell out of your way and not letting your misery seep into my right to be happy.

I didn’t know any gay people when I first reacted – REACTED – to defending the right to JUST BE. Because, I swear to you, I WAS BORN THAT WAY.

Ask my mother. Nature or nurture – that sweet, sweet, B personality, go with the flow, soft spoken Christian woman who was faced with this crazy creative, overly dramatic, life loving misfit of a daughter who was going to, no matter what classes I took or Sunday school I attended, be the person I was born to be: Straight – up  – me.

I am still the person I was when I took my first breath – with jazz hands (yes, I’m sure of that too). I am a grown version of that headstrong, passionate, tolerant, loving, joyous, person that had no choice but to simply be who I was when I unexpectedly burst out onto the scene.

And I would never have it, or any of my loved ones and friends, any other way.

Why?

Because I, like everyone else, was born that way.