Coming out of the coffin
There are mean things people say to make another person feel bad. But most of them are common and mundane. This was one of the more creative insults I’ve received and it came right from someone in my extended family.
I drink blood and change people from straight to gay. My relative, at least, thinks I’m a vampire.
This relative told my parents that gay people come out of their closets, err … coffins to enter into a world of complete and utter darkness. And no, he’s not the one suffering from mental illness. Not that anyone in the family’s aware of, anyway. This could easily become a debatable issue in the future.
He must not realize I was on the other side of this fantasy. For Pride and Halloween last year, I became the Vampire Slayer, complete with stripper boots, short skirt and fake blonde hair. Hey, I fought the vampires, I didn’t’ screw them or become one.
The reason I have every episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer memorized is not because I’m in love with vampires or because I turned into one, it’s because I enjoy fighting the dark forces and the demons, keeping people safe. I’m like a graveyard cop, only not a cop.
On the other hand I do occasionally thirst for blood-like drinks. My favorite is Red Cream Soda and Negative-O Blood from the FYE store where they sell DVDs, CDs and novelties like the True Blood drink.
I’m not really sure how my relative can think I’ve turned into a monster or into someone without a soul or conscience – just because I date more women than men. Now maybe if they were actually under the age of 18, but no, I’m talking about real consenting sane adults. Well, most of them are sane.
As school approaches I wonder if my relative (we’ll call him Bill Compton) wants my offspring, if I had any, to remain segregated into schools with only gay or transgender people.
Compton must believe I drain my dates of all their blood. Hey, I like it a little bit rough but blood spilling is going too homicidal for me.
Well, I wish to tell my relative that when I came out of my so-called coffin, I came out of a box. A tiny place that traps the heart and soul of people and leaves them in a place where only a small amount of people are right in god’s eye.
It doesn’t matter how we are all created, it only matters if we are all the same. Instead of complete and utter darkness embracing me in the real world, I found compassion, tolerance and strength in people who not only walk in the light but know what its like to be beaten down in the dark by those who really do live in a box.
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