My 5 Minutes

Yesterday was my birthday, and over the past 3 days I’ve had the amazing opportunity to say more “Thank Yous” then I did in the last year combined.

I am horrible at receiving. I have very specific views on what I want to receive, and if I don’t get it exactly the way I’ve planned then I tend to reject it. But this year strikes me as a time to just be open to whatever the universe brings to me, and be grateful. Planning is fantastic, it is wonderful, but it can be a blinder. 

I’m doing thing donation based thing to help fund my acting business (don’t even get me started about how uncomfortable I feel about that), and it was meet with such enthusiasm and love from people around me. Countless kind words, public cheers, and actual cash. 

Gobsmacked. 

http://www.gofundme.com/2rsgmo

Here’s the link. If you want to check out the thing with thing and the thing. 

But some people feel weird about donating money, so I’ve also had offers to buy my groceries. Take me out to dinner. Pay for business cards. Just an out pouring of support that at first I felt the need to control, and now I let it come in whatever way it wants to reach me. 

2 amazing dinners this week with 4 amazing friends. Honestly, I just feel like crying all of the time because I’ve never let myself notice how much people care about me. An amazing experience.

I can’t wait to return the favor. 

God I loose all of my sense of humor when I’m being sincere. WHEN WILL MY SARCASM RETURN TO ME!!!!!

When I was 5 or 6 I flew from my new home in Virginia to stay with my godmother Tina for a week or so where I was born. Texas. (This is a big deal for me guys. I’m out of the closet as a Texan.) Not my Dad mind you, who also lived in Texas, my godmother. Who was basically my second parent for my youth. 

One day, she took my little sister and I to Six Flags, and before we went she said “Kay and Stacy* are going to be there. You remember them?” Nods from the peanut gallery, “Ok, so they are gay. Which means that they are girlfriends… with each other.” 

My response was “They aren’t going to kiss in front of us are they? That would be gross.” She said “Probably not.” Because in my 6-year-old brain the only reason we would be having this conversation was because we were going to have to prepare ourselves for a hardcore make out sesh happening in front of us. Didn’t happen though. 

And we went to Six Flags… and it was AWESOME! 

So then I get back to Virginia, and this conversation goes down: 

Me: Mom, we went to Six Flags with Tina and her friends. They are gay ladies. But they didn’t kiss in front of us. 

Mom: Well you know Tina is a gay lady. 

Me: What? 

Mom: Tina’s gay. 

Me: Has she always been gay? Like even when we were really little. 

Mom: She has always been gay. 

Me: Oh.

And in that moment I felt so bad, because I would never want this woman who helped raise me to think that I thought she was gross. She was totally not gross. She was this representation of all the things I loved in this world, and none of those things contained anything gross.  

As I got older, I watched her find love… with KAY! What! Sneak attack! Raise 2 beautiful, happy, well adjusted boys, and pour affection and caring into so many people who feel forgotten about. She’s kind of an everyday hero guys.

My godmother is Jesus. 

So yeah, gay marriage is something that’s super emotional for a lot of people, and I certainly fall into that category.

Sexual identity has always been a weird thing for me, and I’m very lucky that no one in my family has ever made me feel weird about who I connect to. Unless, of course, that person happened to be a douche bag. 

Which brings me to my theory; the sooner we learn to accept people for their surface differences the sooner we can start hating them for who they actually are.

Just kidding!

Come on guys. At 6 I realized that loving is always the answer. 

Let’s end with something everyone can get behind. Corgis:

* I don’t remember this woman’s actual name