I sit here, watching my Tweetdeck just roll and roll and roll. Most days it is filled with fandom and art from my super talented friends, sports commentary from whatever is in season, food and coffee and wine and beer.
But today there are only two extremes.
LOVE and HATE.
Thankfully, I follow mostly open-minded, welcoming people, so there is a heck of a lot of love on my wall today. An outpouring of grief from the LGBT community, and people already rising to fight back–not with arms but with peace–blood donations (for those who can legally give blood), calls to congressmen, vigils, monetary donations. Straight allies spreading the word and joining the fight that is not ours but we will do as much as we can for it anyway. This community has been hit so hard but still it is strong enough to love each other.
How do I know that? Because the government wants to tell us that it is radical Islam who did this. That the problem is the Muslim faith and we should hate them all. The hate on my timeline this morning isn’t from individuals. It is from the media and the politicians. And the response I have seen to that hate has been to tear it down. To hell with your hate. There are gay Muslims too, and just as much Islamaphobia as homophobia. The hate is the problem, the “-phobia”. Not whatever comes in front of it.
To take from Lin Manuel Miranda’s sonnet last night…because who can do it better than LMM:
And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love Cannot be killed or swept aside I sing them as a symphony
I ask you to put some love out into the world today. Whether you are gay, lesbian, trans, nonbinary, asexual, queer, or straight–however you identify–remember that love is love is love is love. Something terrible, horrible, devastating has happened. I’d love to stay unimaginable, but for some awful reason that is no longer the case. There are many things we need to do to fix this, but today, the first thing we need to do is love each other.
I love you.
One more thought. I felt the need to write this to show my support and purge some of the grief I feel for what happened. I did not want to keep quiet on this issue. However, my voice is not the voice you should be listening to, for I am simply an ally. Go and listen to the multitude of LGBTQ voices shouting and crying and mourning. They are calling out.