I’m still at my parents’ house today; we’ll be heading back tomorrow morning. I still have a whole week off, so I’m hoping to get stuck in to my novel even more (no, I haven’t abandoned it!). Today was another day of seeing people, eating, and relaxing.
The group that visited today were our family friends. I was born ten days after one of their sons, and we were always friends alongside our parents. My counterpart didn’t join them today – we haven’t talked in a long time anyway, so it didn’t bother me.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realised that their family have fundamentally different views to me on a number of issues. They’re quite strongly Christian, while our family are not. I’m quite a liberal person, as many of my generation are – in the sense that I really couldn’t care less what other people get up to.
The other family have apparently previously expressed their disagreement with homosexuality – using the ‘it’s a sin’ argument. Personally, I don’t mind who people are attracted to, and don’t see any reason why people can’t love whomever they like. These remarks occurred when I wasn’t present.
So, today, when my mum mentioned gay people (in reference to the popular song Fairytale of New York mentioning a homosexual slur in its lyrics), I signalled to my partner and we escaped from the room. I simply was not in the mood to be embroiled in a conversation with the older generation about what people are attracted to, and what people choose to be. My partner told me that as he passed the room later on, he heard them talking about transgender issues, and that we dodged a bullet by leaving the conversation early.
On another day, I might have been inclined to stay. I’m willing to speak my mind in an environment like that, and I just didn’t want to rock the boat too much today. For the record, my parents have no issue with homosexuality, and have argued with the visiting family in the past about their views.
Usually, I mention that I’ll elaborate more on a topic in another post, but that’s not the case when it comes to LGBTQ+ issues. I think that people should love how they want to live, and I support all causes that allow those in the community to become treated in an equal way to heterosexual and cissexual people. There’s a narrative that the current generation gets offended more easily than previous generations, but it’s simply not true.
I think that our generation has been the first to realise that older people aren’t in fact infallible, and that we are justified in combating criticism, both systemic and personal, directly. We call people out more if we disagree with their point of view – especially if that view supports or enforces a limitation on another’s harmless way of life.
So I don’t have enough of an opinion on what other people do to justify an entire post about it. It baffles me that so many who don’t identify with a community can write essays on why it shouldn’t exist.