I love this text! I read it for the first time at my first Pride March, on a handout. Thanks for making me remember. And I hadn’t thought about hanging this up in my room, for some reason; so thanks for the idea, M!
My favourite high school teacher had a poster of this hanging on her wall, and that poster was one of the few things in my conservative home town that kept me from killing myself for my last two years of high school. Now that I’m older (and out!) I like to think back on that poster as something I’d want to put on my wall wherever I’m working, just as a reminder to people who don’t necessarily need to hear it, and to help people who need to hear it or else they won’t be able to keep going. Thanks for sharing this with others.
It kind of reminds me of that Dar Williams song, “When I Was a Boy.” Before I was a mom, it was the women’s lines that moved me. Now that I’m the mom of a boy the man’s lines make me cry almost every time I hear it.
I only just found your blog and think what you are writing about is really interesting and how you are raising your son very inspiring to me, because I want to, once I have kids, be able to raise them similarly. I want them to be able to be who they want to be, not who society wants them to be.
Anywho, I had a friend a college who knew that I was gay who gave me exactly this poster. It’s now hanging in my kitchen and from time to time I read it and it makes me smile.