Jason Collins : I’m a 34-year-old NBA center. I’m black. And I’m gay.
“The first relative I came out to was my aunt Teri, a superior court judge in San Francisco. Her reaction surprised me. “I’ve known you were gay for years,” she said. From that moment on I was comfortable in my own skin. In her presence I ignored my censor button for the first time. She gave me support. The relief I felt was a sweet release. Imagine you’re in the oven, baking. Some of us know and accept our sexuality right away and some need more time to cook. I should know — I baked for 33 years.
When I was younger I dated women. I even got engaged. I thought I had to live a certain way. I thought I needed to marry a woman and raise kids with her. I kept telling myself the sky was red, but I always knew it was blue.
No one wants to live in fear. I’ve always been scared of saying the wrong thing. I don’t sleep well. I never have. But each time I tell another person, I feel stronger and sleep a little more soundly. It takes an enormous amount of energy to guard such a big secret. I’ve endured years of misery and gone to enormous lengths to live a lie. I was certain that my world would fall apart if anyone knew. And yet when I acknowledged my sexuality I felt whole for the first time. I still had the same sense of humor, I still had the same mannerisms and my friends still had my back.
The most you can do is stand up for what you believe in. I’m much happier since coming out to my friends and family. Being genuine and honest makes me happy. Some people insist they’ve never met a gay person. But Three Degrees of Jason Collins dictates that no NBA player can claim that anymore. Pro basketball is a family. And pretty much every family I know has a brother, sister or cousin who’s gay. In the brotherhood of the NBA, I just happen to be the one who’s out.
I like strong woman. The ones who look at you straight in the eye, the ones that can make you quiver in your boots with the simple raising of an eyebrow. These woman who wear their skin like well-worn armor, who have their experiences etched in the creases of their hands and laugh lines around their eyes, these are the women who inspire me. I like their unapologetic nature, their fierce determination and their unshakable beliefs in the legitimacy of their cause. I know that these woman are sharp, they can be demanding, unrelenting, uncompromising. After all, they are from a generation that had to fight tooth and nail to achieve their successes. They persevered in arts, politics, academia, and media and carved the paths that younger women like me take for granted.
Kathleen Wynne
(http://www.shahrvand.com/archives/34023)
Okay, one last summer reading review (for now). This one was hilarious, and I read it in my local B&N cafe in one sitting while waiting for a wedding reception. (It was one of those things where the wedding is in the afternoon, and the reception is at night, don't you hate those things?) Anyway, sorry B&N, I didn't pay for this one, but I bought lots of other books, and had a soy milk latte, grande size.
Winston writes short essays mostly about her ex-boyfriend, who said she has a fat ass, actually the largest one he has ever seen, and then he wrote a book about it. Obviously an ex. Of course I googled who her ex is, his third book is about to be published. None of his work appears to be my cup of tea.
Yes.
This is Senator Leticia Van de Putte (D), and she needs to be known and recognized right alongside Senator Wendy Davis.
She couldn’t be at the start of the senate session because her father died in a car crash last week and the funeral was the day of Davis’...
What’s The Worst Thing You Could Say To A Congresswoman Who Lost Her Legs In Battle? Um, THIS.
An IRS contractor hurt his foot playing football in military prep school. He never served in the actual military. Then one day, decades later, he used it to get preferred treatment in military contracts. Rep. Tammy Duckworth (D-Ill.), who lost both her legs and still could lose her arm from combat injuries, felt that this might just be a touch inappropriate. It gets amazing around 4:30.
Where I want to be: Glastonbury
Where I am: Not at Glastonbury
My sister and I have been so lazy lately, just sitting around on the couch watching TV all day. Since summer is here and with it bikini season we decided to turn our lazy TV watching marathons into a workout. This is the ab workout I made for Game of Thrones:
And for those who don’t know what Supergirls are, it’s when you lay flat on your stomach and raise your arms and legs off the ground (like you’re flying like superman).
Remember a few months ago when Marine Captain Matthew Phelps proposed to his boyfriend, Ben Schock, inside the White House and he said yes?
Well, they tied the knot this past weekend!
Daft Punk:
A child wearing a Daft Punk helmet posed for a photographer as locals prepared for the global launch party of the French band’s new album, Random Access Memories, in Wee Waa, Australia, Thursday. (Shanna Whan/European Pressphoto Agency)
It is never too late to be what you might have been. - George Eliot
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