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Detroit Black Panthers during a Free Huey demonstration at the Federal Building. 1969
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Today, i told my 80 something year old great aunt that I am gay. She smiled, then asked all the generic questions like “when did you know you were gay”, “how do you know you’re gay”, etc. But she SMILED and never let one single negative word slip from her lips.
It amazes me that a woman who grew up in a time when “gay bashing” was encouraged can accept me, while my mother and sister, who is only 11months and 5days younger then me, continuously walk around with attitudes, ignoring me and never hesitating to push my buttons. All because I love a WOman. I could careless that they treat me completely differently then before, never saying hello when I walk in a room, and I can learn to ignore that they some how seem to always forget to invite me along with them when they leave the house. All this could roll off my back, if they would just simply admit that all these changes happened because I came out. I don’t care what people think, it just hurts that all this hate is coming from my own blood.
