From my Tumblr, which, at this point, I feel comfortable sharing with you all:http://fhionnuisce.tumblr.com
Last night I watched 8, the play about the Prop 8 trial which has previously been suppressed from the media. Prop 8 is on its way to the supreme court, and with the contents of the trial now available free from YouTube in the form of this play, a hell of a lot more people are going to be *truly* informed about this issue, and I really have high hopes.
So why did it totally make me crash after I watched it? Why, if I’m a GLBT rights supporter, do I not feel some sort of accomplishment from this?
There are a couple possibilities: I’m a member of the GLBT community, but for various reasons I feel disenfranchised from it. I don’t feel my community around me. And why is that?
I’m witnessing a successful human rights movement which I am only tangentially a part of. I sign petitions. I’ve raised funds for groups like HRC, both personally and professionally. I follow this issue more religiously than any religion.
But it’s not mine.
I’m GLBT but the movement isn’t mine.
At the end of the day, I may not be gay or lesbian. But I’m disabled, and I don’t have marriage rights either.
Sure, I put a brave face on it. Helen Mirren used to say that marriage and turnips were not for her, because she had no interest in either one. Well, now she very eloquently supports gay marriage because she’s realized that A) marriage was a good choice for her after all, and B) she has that choice, and so should everyone.
People with disabilities are fighting a lot of battles. We’ve got a 70% unemployment rate and a 1 in 3 sexual abuse rate and that’s what gets reported. When we’re not even seen as sexual, or when our worth to society is so in the toilet that 70% unemployed just is, that sexual abuse and neglect and so many other things just are, how can we really start thinking about our marriage rights?
I don’t know, but I’m thinking about them, and I’m tired of being depressed. I’m tired of telling myself I’m uninterested in marriage BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I don’t know what the hell I will get done. My people have a lot on their plates OTHER than marriage rights. My people are just trying to exist, to get through days of pain and be seen as human beings. But they are my people, and it’s time for me to start to fight for them. I don’t know what I’m going to do or who I’m going to do it with, but I guess that’s why I’m bringing this to tumblr and not another one of my blogs. So go ahead and spread the word that at least one person who’s put some muscle behind this GLBT movement is willing to do something for people with disabilities. Maybe in my lifetime the couples I know living outside of marriage for fear of benefits getting cut or medical services being suspended won’t have to wait in the shadow of the supposed sexlessness of people with disabilities.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony. - Ghandi
If those words and ideas can propel Ghandi, they can propel me to action.
I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’m ready and willing to start fighting. I want to know who else is too. Reblog or like this, and I will take notice. Spread this, Internet. I’m ready to get moving. Any progress is progress. Every little bit counts. What’s going to happen now?