My little brother almost started crying the other day when he asked why I wasn’t getting angry about Chic-Fil-A posts anymore. I told him it’s because I’ve given up being angry. I’m just going to have to sit here in suffering that there are some people who do not value you me on the same level as a fetus. It’s obvious that lots of people believe to put me as well as all the other members of the LGBTQ community into a category of second class citizens. All I can do is hope for the best that things will eventually turn around because for now, there’s literally nothing I can do about it. I never understood the statistic of why so many suicides occur within the community after legislation is passed inhibiting our rights…until August 1st. This wasn’t a bunch of overly privileged assholes sitting around an office debating my future. Sadly, I’m used to that. No, these were my neighbors, potential co-workers, even members of my own family. And that killed me more than anything else.
My family went to eat there. They were discussing how great it was that so many people support Chick-Fil-Bigot. My brother ate there… he knows I’m queer. Chelsea held me while I sobbed for two hours straight. She wanted me to call you, but I thought it would just make you more angry at my family.
I’m glad that one day I’ll have a brother-in-law who cries about the hatred, instead of the brother I have who runs out to buy a milkshake in support of it. I really love your family.