The Role

Goll darn it.

There have been a lot of tears shed this past week.  Lots of hate, lots of confusion, lots of tears.  Lots and lots of tears.
The other day, a very, very close person to me made a "Note" on his Facebook.  Stating that he can't call Minnesota his home because Minnesota doesn't accept him.  That Minnesota is missing out on all of his talents, and his tax money, and his general presence.  And you know what?  Minnesota is missing out.  That boy is one of the smartest people I know, one of the funniest people I know, one of the most beautiful guys I know, inside and out.  That note made me cry.  Because, the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.  I absolutely love Minnesota, with its four seasons, friendly smiles, and natural Minnesota charm.  Not to mention the Vikings.  But how could I ever be so fond of Minnesota if it doesn't accept one of my favorite people to step foot into my life?  I just can't bring myself to be proud of my state anymore.
To top it all off, the magazine Rolling Stone published an article about Michelle Bachmann's "holy war" in her represented district.  Her district is mine as well.  The heart wrenching article "One Town's War on Gay Teens" is about my home, my school district, my friends, my family.  After reading that article, how can I call Anoka County my home?
http://alfranken.com/index.php/splash/snda/e/email
http://blogs.citypages.com/blotter/2012/02/jefferson_fietek_anoka_hennepin_teacher_gay_rights_advocate_runing_state_senate.php
Those two links give me hope.
My best friend is not a second class citizen.  He deserves all the rights that I do.  He deserves to be miserable in a marriage if he wants to too!
Who gave any one of these religious people the right to play God?
Stop the hate.
Hopefully one day I can call Minnesota my home again.  But not until everyone is treated fairly.

I love you, Brony.