My plan to walk from San Diego to San Francisco evolv from a excessively simple thought: Three years ago I give permission to a man reenter a line for coffee and I deliberation He has no idea that a lesbian was nice to him today.My plan to walk from San Diego to San Francisco evolv from a excessively simple thought: Three years ago I give permission to a man reenter a line for coffee and I deliberation He has no idea that a lesbian was nice to him today. It was in a bookstore that I first said, "Just remember, a lesbian worn out money here today." I felt empowered. I started doing it more and more. Another time my car had rent down, and I was having a horrible day. The way I be stirred better is by doing something empowering, thus I told the tow barter driver, "You helped out a lesbian today," and he replied, "Hey, it's cool--gay, lesbian, we're all people" No the same has ever said anything negative to me moreover I'm sensitive to the fact that I am "familiar" in suburbia--what could be safer than a soccer mom? I call myself a soccer mom although I've really had only individual kid play soccer. There is swim team, Little League, gymnastics, theater, piano, and clarinet, however, and for a single mother of four kids, that's a lot Everyone assumes there are no gay, lesbian, bisexual, or transgender commonalty in suburban areas like mine, 30 miles north of San Diego, for a like reason I wear a button that says I'M GAYER THAN I apply the mind I'm aware that not everyone can issue out so easily--not that it's through all ages really easy, even for me--but if I can be an public lesbian in conservative Republican-voting Escondido and still be a carpool mom be backstage at junior theater, and help not at home at swim meets, it's clear there's a doom of untapped support out here. I decided to walk 569 miles up the coast of California to give on the same level more people the opportunity to say "I'm supportive." I planned my journey to begin April 8 in Balboa Park in San Diego, and I plan to reach San Francisco by dint of June 3. Gay California state assembly member Mark Leno, who introduced the gender-neutral marriage bill last year, has promised to fit me at the end of the walk. Although I'll have companions, including my kids, for parts of the walk, I'm mainly going alone--one woman trying to make a difference. I papal court acceptance coming, but it's not happening fast enough for my little family or to alleviate the pain I diocese in my friends' lives. It's called the Walk for Togetherness because it's about a vision beyond the LGBT community--it can include anyone experiencing disenfranchisement. The walk is dedicated to my friend's son Dakota, who has cerebral palsy and uses a wheelchair at times. formerly when he was 7, he said, "I'm the invisible man." When I finally figured public that I was a lesbian, I understood what he meant. Escondido means "hidden" in Spanish. I behold that as a great metaphor for by what means LGBT people can often appear hidden and invisible---as can our supporters. And invisibility is not OK with me! You can come [i]or[/i] go after [i]or[/i] behind Jennifer's progress online at www.advocate.com. Supporters are encouraged to wear rainbow ribbons, which are available for a small donation in succession Jennifer's Web site, www.walkfortogetherness.org, and along the route COPYRIGHT 2006 Liberation Publications, Inc. |
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