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Why I March

P. K. Weiss

I march [in the Upstate Pride parade] because I am one hell of a lucky straight woman. I am not the subject of ďhilariousĒ stereotypical portrayals on TV and in movies. Middle school kids (and sadly, more allegedly mature people) do not refer to something lame or stupid by saying, ďLike, oh my gawd, that is just so straight!Ē I wanted children so my husband and I had sex, and before I knew it I had four kids without having to justify even once why I should be allowed to do so. Oh, and speaking of my husband, I married the person of my choice and nobody thought anything of it.

Yes, I am one lucky straight woman.

Many of my LGBT friends arenít so lucky, though. They face social and legal obstacles I canít even imagine as I blithely go about my life. Sure, I was teased in school for wearing glasses and being skinny, but I wasnít teased (or worse, bullied) for who I AM. And, definitely, I have never felt at risk for holding hands with or kissing someone I love in public. Iíve never had to worry about my family and friends turning their backs on me because of how I was born.

Yes, I am one lucky straight woman.

Iím lucky because I live my life without giving undue thought about what I wear, where I go, who I love, or what people think. Thatís called privilege. Many of my LGBT friends are not lucky enough to have been born into this life of privilege.

Iím a do-gooder from way back. To me, making the world a safer place for love is a no-brainer. I march to show my love and support for people who may not be lucky straight women but who Ė at their core Ė are just like me.

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Publication: Flying Oskar, Progressive Voices for Spartanburg, South Carolina; Date: May 23, 2011; Section: Opinion