I try not to get too personal or political around here…

because, frankly, if we want personal and political, there are about 50 billion other places to go.

However, something odd/interesting happened to a family member of mine, recently. While she’s an ally and a half, it was still something of a shock–and a wake-up call–to her. See, she’s married to a man who works at a gay bar, and part of his job requires him to be in drag. They’re very serious about it, making him look his best, finding him awesome shoes and outfits, etc.

She was talking to another woman and when she mentioned her husband the drag queen, the woman turned and walked away without another word. My relative says she felt snubbed, and more than that, judged for who she loves. That she knows there are too many people living with that kind of hurt every day.

Instead of getting vindictive about it (or taking up one of many offers for revenge of the subtle and not-so-subtle sorts; that woman would probably keel over from apoplexy if I cheerfully detailed my odd but ultimately harmless interests), she chose to use it to steel her resolve to keep working to provide a welcoming attitude toward ALL people.

And in my own weird way, my writing is an attempt to do that, too. Most of my characters are surrounded by people who just accept them as they are; there may be some that require an adjustment period or some that get a little uptight about it it (Hi, Desmond Swanson), but for the most part, no one cares.

While I can’t remember where I saw it, I’d like to leave everyone with a little slogan I swiped from someone’s marriage equality banner as well as my relative’s new battle-cry: It’s okay, it’s just love. All means ALL.

Now, walk in love and be good to yourselves and one another.