Who wants to be a lesbian? Exit stage left.
Last night was an innocent night out, to go watch a documentary, which I will go into later, but along the way many things happened. I had emailed a number of friends about the film and when I saw one of them there, I was delighted. Then she told me that she’s separated from her partner. Like us, they recently adopted a little boy. I just started crying. It almost reminded me of my friend in California when I called her to say I was getting a divorce and she just burst out crying. It all seemed too overwhelming. I couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t just another lesbian train wreck. Musical women. But then I thought about my relative divorcing after almost half a century of marriage and thought, maybe it’s just too damn hard, who the heck knows.
Later I was speaking to someone about a family member provoking her because she’s gay – the religious relative obviously thinks there is something wrong with it. Made me remember when a friend’s husband asked me if I thought God had sent me Tatjana in a very sarcastic way because in his mind, OBVIOUSLY God would never do such a thing. He was chuckling as he said it. Later, I heard about this incident at Belmont University where the coach was fired because she said her and her same-sex partner were adopting a child. HEAVEN FORBID. God Forbid. Someone forbid.
Today, I was speaking to someone splitting up with their partner who said that after all these years, her father had asked her to bring her when she came to visit. “Why now?” she asked. Why not, I wondered.
Truth to tell more and more I realize just how fragile human beings are – relationships are – for someone to condemn you for who you love, for someone to care when they are being condemned, to be fired for wanting to adopt a child with the person you love, to have a child and then split up, to weather years together and then abruptly leave. What goes on?