The Sticks & Stones Rhyme Lied… and a Tribute to Ducks

Row of three yellow rubber ducks with the first duck holding a triangular rainbow pride flag.

“Gross!” 

He couldn’t have been more than 13 years old, walking away from the hotel pool with someone who appeared to be his older teenage sister. 

“No it’s not,” she shot back, not taking even a second to look up from her phone.

They were talking about us. I prayed that my partner Jen, whose strong and soft hand was intertwined with mine, wouldn’t hear them and have the smile wiped from her face. I wasn’t sure why his comment cut so deep, but I had my suspicions. Perhaps it was because kids always seemed like our safe place. With nearly 1 in 5 youth identifying as LGBTQ+, it has always felt like this generation could finally see us through the lens of being just another relationship. My own children were unphased when I announced to them two years ago that their mom was a lesbian. They had been raised with other gay and lesbian couples in their lives, so at 6 and 9 years old, the thought of their mom also being part of that group didn’t seem to matter.

Perhaps his comment stung more because it happened to be on National Coming Out Day, October 11th, a day that started as a civil rights movement to put an end to homophobia. I always hold my breath a bit on this day, feeling the emotions of my community and the many members that are coming out for the first time, knowing that the chances are good they’ll receive a lot of support… but are also almost guaranteed to also receive some hate. It’s like a mom sending their child off to kindergarten for the first time, with a mix of excitement and pride for this new phase of their life combined with the fear that some other kid is going to be a jerk and make them cry.

Perhaps his comments just hurt because I was tired. Not tired in the physically overworked and overplayed sense, but just tired of the new sense of hypervigilance that seems to come along with being LGBTQ+. Sometimes I call it “all-eyes fatigue”, like when Jen and I would go to a restaurant or airport or just walk through my neighborhood and I would become aware of the number of people staring at us. She didn’t notice. Maybe it’s because she’s always been out and was used to being stared at in her relationships with other women. I, on the other hand, had my nearly 20-year relationship with a man to compare it with. In a straight relationship, people looked at us but never stared at us. There is a palpable energetic difference there that I find exhausting.

Straight to Gay

Being a “late-in-life” gay after coming out around age 40, has offered me a unique perspective on what the queer community goes through. This perspective becomes even more interesting when compared against that of my partner, who has only been in same-sex relationships since her teen years. She sees life as being so much better, so much more accepting. I see life as, “Holy shit! This amount of homophobia still exists?!” 

What saddens me even more is that Jen and I are both middle-aged, straight-passing, middle-class white women in the United States. We bear the brunt of homophobia the least, as compared to our BIPOC, trans, genderqueer, and many international community members. Our risk of being assaulted or murdered for who we are and who we love is significantly less than what others face. We also have the luxury of being independent adults who can afford our own homes as a “safe space” and regular therapy to help navigate this life. And still, it’s hard.

So today, I thought I’d highlight some of the micro-differences I’ve found in my own life from the perspective of someone who spent almost half their life in a heterosexual relationship and is now in a same-sex relationship. For those of you who have become accustomed to my light tone and the quirky humor of my other blogs, I’m going to apologize in advance. It’s hard for this one not to feel heavy to me. But my hope is that this story reaches as many allies as possible so that they can understand more of what the queer community faces, and that it reaches as many LGBTQ+ folks as possible to know that they’re not alone in what they’re feeling.

Death By 1,000 Duck Pecks

One peck from a duck will not kill you. It might not even hurt. But prolonged daily pecking takes its toll. And sadly for some, the accumulation of those small micro-hurts becomes too much. Here are a few of the pecks I’ve faced becoming part of the LGBTQ+ community.

  • When I posted a picture of me and my (now ex) husband on social media, not once did I have people ask me to “stop flaunting” my “lifestyle”. In fact…

 

  • Nobody ever referred to my relationship with a man as my “lifestyle choice” and I was never asked to hide it. I’ve always found it curious how hetero relationships are not a “choice” but same-sex relationships are. My logical brain says, if I “chose” a woman, that would mean I was attracted to all genders, which would lead me to believe that you also “chose” the person you’re with and are attracted to all genders as well. Homophobic folks love that response.

 

  • When I would casually mention “my husband” in conversations, I never got a recoil or fake smile like I do sometimes when I mention “my girlfriend” or “my partner.” I get that for some people, it just catches them off guard. Our minds still tend to default to hetero (thanks comphet), so sometimes this jarring response has less to do with negative feelings and more to do with surprise. But also, people have tried to cover their look of disgust by informing me that I don’t “look gay”…

 

  • Which is funny because a few people have seemed legitimately put out by the fact that I gave them no indication or forewarning that I was a lesbian. Like I am a secret spy in their midst, testing their acceptance, at the ready with my stamp to revoke their woke. And yet at the same time…

 

  • People have also made comments when I do show any sort of indication that I’m gay (whether by wearing a t-shirt, pin, Pride sunglasses, rainbow bracelet, “I’m Gay” forehead tattoo, etc), that I am being too gay and don’t have to “announce” it to everyone. I never got told that I was too straight for wearing wedding rings prior to 2015. I never told a Christian person they were “too Christian” for wearing a cross necklace, “too Republican” for wearing a Trump shirt, or “too high” for eating all of my pizza, wearing sunglasses indoors at night, and trying to disguise their scent with Febreeze. Apparently, though, signaling I’m gay in any way is just “too gay” for some to handle. I can only default to my favorite quote from Lil Nas X who so wisely tweeted, “I become 10% gayer every time I read a ‘we get it, you’re gay’ comment.” (Puts new LGBTQ book in shopping cart.)

 

  • Speaking of mentioning partners… for me, mentioning my boyfriend or husband was never EVER followed up with, “whatever you do behind closed doors is none of my business” (aka one of the most passive-aggressive homophobic comments out there). This phrase is so problematic because…

 

  • I constantly find that same-sex relationships are reduced to the act of sex, rather than acknowledging the loving soul connection between people. When I get asked questions about my relationship by people nowadays, they’re mostly about sex. When people say “I could never do that” in regards to my relationship, they’re referring to sex. My hetero relationship was never sexualized in this way; we were seen as supporting complements to each other, building a healthy family structure to further humanity. But when I fall completely in love with a woman… must be sex.

 

  • Regarding families, people never express concern when they view me as a single mother of two kids. However, they suddenly become worried for my children when they realize we are a two-woman household, as if being single (in their minds) holds out hope that there could be a male influence in my children’s lives whereas a two-woman household creates a femme fortress that blocks all testosterone from entering their lives. Bless them.

 

  • Lastly, I get people who like to remind me that I wouldn’t receive these hurtful comments if I didn’t “put myself out there” so much. My identity is okay… just as long as I hide it from the fear-filled people who might hurt me. This is straight-up victim-blaming. I did not earn hurtful comments because I “put myself out there” holding hands with the person I love. I did not deserve hate-filled commentary because I “put myself out there” by changing my Facebook profile to a picture of Jen and me. When you are in a heterosexual relationship, there is no such thing as being “too out there.” When you are gay, apparently any out is “too out” for some and it’s our problem, not theirs.

The Whiny Baby Gay

I know. I’ve heard it before. “Stop whining, Jill.” “It’s not that bad.” “You go looking for trouble.” And you know what? They’re right in a way. For me, it’s not that bad. I still go about my daily life and most of the time things are absolutely fine.

But I also come from the privileged place of knowing what it’s like to live in today’s world in both a heterosexual and homosexual relationship. In my hetero life, my same-sex couple friends rarely, if ever, shared the ways they were often hurt. Because many of them had been out for over a decade or more, they were used to hiding themselves and their relationships for their own safety. I believe it’s the reason that some of them are far less vocal than this new, loudly-crying army of baby gays that have come on to the scene in the past two years or so. We now see these injustices first-hand and we are not okay with it.

And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that the above comments are just the duck-covered tip of the iceberg. 2021 is one of the worst years in recent history for anti-LGBTQ legislation in the US. 2020 was the most violent year on record for trans and gender non-conforming people in the US according to the HRC. It’s been 23 years since Matthew Shepard was beaten and left for dead in Wyoming and yet the “LGBTQ+ panic” or “gay/trans panic” defense is still allowable in court in 38 US states. A 2017 study found that LGBTQ+ people are four times as likely to be a victim of violent crime than non-LGBTQ+ people.

So... maybe can we stop telling members of the LGBTQ+ community or their allies that "it's not that bad" when they share the things they say hurt them?

All You Need is Love

I didn’t feel like I could speak out and stand up for the LGBTQ+ community before I came out. I had too much fear that if I, as a straight-appearing person, supported the gays, people would assume that I was gay too. I had a lot of internalized homophobia. I still see this now in people, sometimes as support for my work that comes through in heartfelt private messages from individuals expressing their discomfort that showing public support might make people assume things about them personally. People are still scared to be LGBTQ+ or have people think they might possibly be LGBTQ+ when they’re not.

I have a responsibility now to stand up for myself, my partner, my community, and future generations. When we are willing to learn, we can love better. When we have these conversations, we can become stronger allies and supporters. When we give grace to each other to make mistakes, to misspeak but with a commitment to grow, the world becomes more tolerant. At least, I ducking hope so!

2 thoughts on “The Sticks & Stones Rhyme Lied… and a Tribute to Ducks”

  1. As a Jewish girl in a Christian homeschool world, I have become accustomed to the surprised eyebrow raise followed by the not-very-subtle scrutiny in which I can hear the other person thinking: “But you don’t look Jewish…”
    It’s not as bad as when they say it aloud, but it’s kind of tiresome. As though there is one specific way certain groups of people should look. Or act. Or whatever.
    More voices, more stories = more humanity.

    1. Ugh, I am so sorry that you faced that too. I think so many marginalized groups do in different ways, whether related to religion, race, ethnicity, ability, gender, orientation. And it’s frustrating and heartbreaking when people say these hurtful things, even if their intention is not to hurt. The last sentence of your comment gave me chills. It’s absolutely right!

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