STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY
I took a break last week for:
But hey…I’m back!
It is raining here in my little part of Canada. It’s not the best weekend for children around here who just got released from school for the summer, to be able to enjoy their newly found freedom.
This weather, however, could lead to a rainbow. There is no sun currently, but the rain always ends and the sky clears.
I am unable to see a rainbow. The colours aren’t anywhere near bright enough for me to detect with my extremely limited eyesight.
I often wish this weren’t true.
I used to love to draw rainbows, as a kid, when I could still see to draw that is.
I loved making the wide, sweeping, curved lines across the page. I would start with red, then orange, yellow, and so on.
Mine were the sort of vivid bright colour I wish a real rainbow could be, but the fact that weather patterns, rain and sun can make colour possible in the sky, even if I can only imagine it and hear of its brilliance fro others…well, I love them just the same.
Of course the symbolic colours of a rainbow (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet), these are representative of LGBT and yesterday the White House became the Rainbow House.
For me, a rainbow simply signifies the differences between not just gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transexual, but also of every skin colour, nationality, religion, gender, and ability.
So much celebration going on in the US since the big announcement and also the sadly expected resistance.
None of us are as naive as to believe there would not be a few jerks still to be found. Just as last week’s racial hate crime proved racism still exists, so does this prove that there are still those stuck in (according to this ruling) a quickly vanishing past.
I have only three words about yesterday: ABOUT DAMN TIME!
Okay, so I have more than three words. That would have made this the shortest of the SoCS posts, but I decided to say a bit more than just that, thanks to the inspiration falling outside my window today.
Canada has had gay marriage as a legal right for a while now. We were sitting and waiting for our southern neighbours to catch up.
I love when gay marriage becomes legal in Springfield and Homer starts marrying gay and lesbian couples, but this episode aired years ago.
Some parts of the world this form of equal rights is even further away from coming to fruition. It’s sad how much ugliness there is directed to this issue.
I don’t know why. What are the haters so afraid of anyway?
As long as I am not being forced to do anything I don’t want to do, what do I care what anyone else wants to do in regards to whom they choose to marry?
I believe in equality for this matter and for so many others. I can relate because I understand the infringement of rights and the feeling that you are not equal.
I keep religion out of it. Who am I to judge?
I wonder what Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Cowardly Lion would think about gay marriage?
The Wicked Witch of the West is every ugly person who is so full of hatred and prejudice, working to stall progress and the inevitable from happening.
“Some day I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.”
I know, during the time of Dorothy and Oz, the idea of LGBT rights was so far over the rainbow, on the other side of reality, but we’re here now, I hope.
“Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.”
We are here now though. Anyone fighting this progress or hell bent on resisting it is going to get left behind, in the dust.
The dull and dreary world of Kansas in the thirties, this has been replaced by the colourful world that we now live in (Oz), where all people are being given the rights and equality every one of us deserves.
I felt I had to mark the occasion. It couldn’t have come fast enough.
Last week I couldn’t think of enough things to write about for the prompt and this week I thought of way too many.
Linda’s weekly SoCS prompt is so unexpected and wonderful like that: