Those F*cking Dykes

Those F*cking Dykes

Those F*cking Dykes

 

Last Sunday was nearly perfect. I’m talking, the kind of day that felt like the universe was handing out free hugs in the form of a sunlit breezy zippety-do-da day.

Except for one thing.

One big, unbelievable thing.

It was early afternoon, and the sky was full of cotton-ball clouds that floated effortlessly against the crystal-clear blue sky. The day was calling us out to play. We hopped in the convertible and headed to the country where the cornfields began and the hustle of life faded into the background.

Days like this are my favorite. We get lost (literally and figuratively) on an adventure to exactly nowhere, and by the end of the day, we’ve been everywhere.

We always make a discovery. That’s the fun part, experiencing something unexpected, except last Sunday our unexpected discovery was anything but fun.

After a beautiful country drive, we stopped for dinner at Rick’s Cafe Boatyard. This popular westside eatery sits on the bank of Eagle Creek, with outdoor seating where the sun kisses you goodnight as it sets over the water.

We pulled into the parking lot just as another car pulled out. Life is good.

There was a 25-minute wait for a table. Not bad. We snapped a quick selfie (see below), then headed toward the water for a short walk.

those fucking dykes

As we started out, we passed a bearded man in jeans and a t-shirt, standing by a motorcycle with his arm around a woman. The woman was leaning against his body with one arm wrapped all the way around his waist and she held a drink in her other hand.

Here’s where things took a very unfortunate turn.

As we walked past the bearded man, he said, loud enough for us and the other’s nearby to hear, “I cannot talk with these f*cking dykes here.”

Shocked at the sound of these unsolicited words piercing my ears, I instinctively turned around and calmly said, “Now, that was pretty rude.” To which he responded, “It’s true, isn’t it?”

Is this really happening?

Seeking to minimize my interaction with him, I said matter-of-factly, “That’s just not nice,” and we kept walking.

With several onlookers who silently surrounded us, he then shouted, “It’s Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.” And followed up with, “You should read the bible.” Kristen stopped and turned around to inform him, “I have.” And she continued, “What I learned from the Bible is to not judge. The bible has more scripture about judgment than anything else.”

We started walking again and he continued with his hate-filled slurs. Fed up with the irony of this interaction, Kristen turned and asked him, “Is she your wife?” To which he shouted back, “No.” Then, after a slight delay, he must have registered her suggestion of premarital sex (a Bible-based sin) and he yelled back, “But we are not having sex.”

I think to myself, maybe that’s why he’s so mad.

We walked far enough that he was out of sight. Speechless, we walked silently while we tried to make sense of the toxic exchange that lingered in the air like the smell of a skunk. Eventually, we heard the roar of his motorcycle startup, and as they drove away we exhaled a sigh of relief.

It’s not what he feels about gay people, or even about us specifically, that I find most concerning. I believe he has the right to think and feel anything he wants. What concerns me is the unabashed sense of entitlement he feels that allows him to say to us, and about us, whatever he wants in a hostile, hate-filled way.

There was also an alarming unpredictability to this outburst. We had no eye contact with our harasser, no interaction, no words, nothing. Aside from the quick selfie, we took, (see above) we had no physical contact or public displays of affection to trigger a reaction. Not that it would have justified his behaviors if we had.

I count myself among the lucky to have lived this long without ever having an experience like this. Though it was a first for us, there was nothing special or unique about the harassment we experienced. In fact, it is very mild, compared to what many people go through. This type of harassment creates a feeling of separateness and more specifically, a feeling of less-than-ness, for those being harassed.

These are the kinds of experiences that breed inauthenticity. As if it isn’t difficult enough to find our truth, and to live authentically. As poet e.e. cummings said, “It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” Being true to yourself in the face of ridicule and harassment increases the challenge exponentially.

Fortunately, I am good with being a lesbian. Though, I wasn’t always. I imagine if I had had experiences like last Sunday, it would have greatly delayed and further complicated my journey. I do not work to hide my sexual orientation. I mean, I was wearing my visor and no makeup, after all. 😜

When you are publicly singled out as the subject of someone’s uninvited expression of hate, and vitriol, in front of an audience, the message is clear: you are not worthy; I am better than you, and everyone here agrees.

Luckily for us, two of the observers of our harassment did not agree. As we returned from our walk, a man and a woman approached us, expressing their apologies for not speaking up. The man stated that he wanted to say something, but he feared the bearded man had a gun. Wow, I thought to myself, that never crossed my mind.

They got it. They saw it. They understood what happened. And they were angry. Each of them shared with us that they also had a gay adult child. I was grateful for their words and for this interaction. It quickly restored my faith in humanity.

As for the bearded man and his lady, I wish them love. I can think of no better remedy for his behavior. Where there is that much hate, it’s hard to imagine there’s much love.

Everyone makes sense if you have the time and opportunity to understand their whole story. I am sure he has a story and I am sure it makes sense. While I don’t wish to get caught up in the crosshairs of his woundedness again, I do wish him love.

On a brighter note, I am starting my latest 12-week live video online class for Lesbian, Bisexual, Queer and Non-binary folx next week. This is class is Designing My Life Radically Authentic and will start Wednesday, August 26th. For more information, registration is available here.

 

 

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Love Hurts or Does it? Here’s My Answer

Love Hurts or Does it? Here’s My Answer

How many times have you heard the phrase “love hurts?”


There’s even a song by this title that became an international hit in the mid-’70s. Like so many falsehoods perpetuated as truths, we blindly assume that which is common, familiar, or is regularly repeated, is also true.


Reality check: loving someone does not hurt. Ever.

Does being happy hurt?  It makes no sense. Yet, the idea that love hurts is so prevalent that masses of people unconsciously swallow this logic as truth. I challenge you to give me one example of how loving someone has been a painful experience.

Gabriela Gunčíková, singing “Love Hurts” – Nazareth

I can hear you now.

“That’s easy, Michele, my ex cheated on me, and I never stopped loving her so that love turned to pain.” Maybe you are thinking about someone special who died, and how loving them now feels painful? Or, you who are thinking about how you love someone who keeps making hurtful choices (drugs, overspending, infidelity, physically abusive behavior toward you, etc.) and how that feels painful.

The way I see it, we are not talking about the same thing.  Love is the energy of kindness, positivity, caring, positive regard, and appreciation. When you consider this, what exactly is painful about any of these things?

Nothing.

Loving is not responsible for your pain. The betrayal, misjudgment in where you placed your trust, believing one thing, and experiencing another are the pieces behind your pain. Who you thought she was, what you thought you could count on, what you had hoped you could expect is not what you got. Loving her didn’t hurt you. Something else did. Maybe it was trusting her more than trusting your gut. Perhaps it is a lack of insight or understanding about how your behaviors have been hurting her.

Perhaps we should have never trusted or believed that a particular someone would treat us well. This is more helpful than to conclude that we should never love again. 

When you experience the loss of a loved one, it isn’t that you love them that hurts; it’s that they are no longer here, no longer accessible. Loving is the part that feels good. Missing them, grieving them, and wishing they were here; that is what hurts. 

Loving is unrelated to betrayal. 

Love and betrayal are not even distant cousins. Holding love responsible for your pain is like holding money responsible for being stolen. Money has no plan, no purpose or cause. People give it meaning, value, and purpose. Money just is. The same is true of love. Love has no agenda. It is defined, valued, brought to life, experienced, and expressed by people. It is a thing we do and an experience that creates emotions and feelings. Love, by definition, is a good thing. It is not ever a bad thing.

Love is never wasted. 

Love is the good guy here. Love doesn’t hurt anyone.

It is shortsighted and unhelpful to blame love for your pain.
Love deserves better from us.
Love is the path to feeling better.
Always.

To say “love hurts” is a lie. It is the absence of love that hurts. Give love the credit love deserves. 

Let’s love more, not less.

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Be Yourself: Why is this harder than it sounds?

Be Yourself: Why is this harder than it sounds?

Be Yourself: Why is this harder than it seems?

On a recent walk, I rounded the corner in a neighboring hood, and to my surprise I came across the most beautiful sight.  Amazing landscaping?  No. Gorgeous new house? Nope. A fancy car? Uhn uh. Don’t worry if that’s where your mind went. We are taught by our peers, our culture, the media, and eventually our friends and family what is beautiful. We learn early to find the norm and strive for it so that we can feel a sense of belonging, so that we do not feel alone. I call this norm-seeking. The pressure to fit in starts early. The challenge to be yourself starts early in life. Earlier than you might think.

be yourselfThe beautiful sight I saw was a woman playing basketball.  Not just any woman.  A woman I would never have imagined.  I would guess she was in her forties, maybe older. She also appeared to be in her pajamas. This put a huge smile on my face. And, she was alone on a community basketball court. There was nothing remotely athletic looking about her.  She was shorter and carried a little extra weight.

From the big smile on her face, to the bounce in her step, to the rather dramatic back kick of her right leg and twist of her whole body when she put her shot up to the basket, the whole experience oooozed joy. There was nothing familiar about what I saw.  This woman, I thought, got the memo to be yourself, and she put it into action.

Having walked this path many times before, I anticipated seeing a group of kids shooting around, probably boys. Instead, I found this mid-40’s, un-athletic woman, alone. I do not associate pajamas with basketball.  In fact, I am guessing that being in a public space while wearing your pajamas is still only socially acceptable (for whatever that’s worth) at Wal-Mart.  Clearly, this was what she wanted to do, how she wanted to do it, and she was hurting no one, yet experiencing enormous joy.  That is my kind of beautiful sight.

I look for these things in my day.  They make me happy.  Just like the lady that ordered salad for breakfast.  (I didn’t even know it was an option – go to Panera if this appeals to you).  Another beautiful sight was the owner of a custom home company who pulled up in his Jaguar to show me a house, only to pop out of his car in work boots, with his un-fancy jeans tucked inside, and a white t-shirt which was actually inside out.  I loved the irony, and more so his comfort in being real.  He had me at the inside-out t-shirt.

When we are true to who we really are, we are most likable.  Think about the one person you with whom you feel the most comfortable to be yourself.  This person adores you, don’t they?  Of course, because with them you are truest and most authentic.  You are real.

When we seek to meet the norm, we endanger our greatest strength: our truth and authenticity.  What takes us away from our truth so easily?  Brene’ Brown, a popular shame researcher would say it is our fear of disconnection.  We all seek love and approval to feel safe.  The power of feeling rejected, feeling foolish, or not fitting in are great forces that work to maintain social norms.  We want to be connected.  In fact, norm-seekers will trade their truth for acceptance.  Unfortunately, there’s no amount of acceptance for who you are not, that will provide you with a feeling of connection.

To remedy this norm-seeking condition, we must know ourselves deeply, and be in touch with who we are and what we want.  This requires that we stop, look and listen – just like we were taught all those years ago.  Stop.  Look around and notice what brings you joy.  Joy doesn’t lie.  (List 100 things that bring you joy – it’s a great exercise and will reintroduce you to yourself).  Then listen to how you feel.  Make choices that are consistent with who you are and that support your highest good.  When you know yourself, and you are true to yourself, you cannot go wrong.

I think my dad said it best.  When I was about 13 and very self-conscious about fitting in, he said to me, “Just be yourself, and if you do that, everyone will love you like I do.”  Now I pass his wise words on to you. Be fearless in your quest to be the truest version of yourself possible.  The whole world will love you.  And should our paths cross, I for one, will be looking for that thing that makes you you.

Words of Affirmation: I need to hear it

Words of Affirmation: I need to hear it

Words of Affirmation: I Need to Hear It

There are  five languages of love that were made popular by author, Gary Chapman in 1992. The other four languages are touch, acts of service, quality time and gifts. I am not convinced these are the only languages of love (which I write about here,) but they are a helpful place to start). words of affirmation

I was reminded of the power love languages during my last session of the day.  I had seen this couple many times before.  They are interesting people with unique and independent personalities; both are quite smart, well educated, and equally very likable.  They are funny too.

He likes to be right. He is usually clear about his frustrations and what he would like to see different in their home and in their relationship. I could always tell from his curiosity about how she feels, his laughter at her jokes, and his soft eyes when he looks at her that he also admires her.  As you’ll see though, I don’t think she could always tell.

She wants to get things right, to make him happy.  It has always been obvious to me that they feel great love and friendship for each other, too, but it was never evident through his words.  His words were used to process what wasn’t working and what needed more attention.

She started with, “I worry that my anxiety is hard on you and the kids.”  With genuine concern, she continued, “I know you don’t like that part of me and I wish I could compartmentalize it so it doesn’t affect you.”  He listened to her with his usual soft eyes and open heart as she struggled to share her feelings.  When she finished, he repeated what she said so he could be sure he understood her.  As he did so, his eyes began to water.

While visibly working to hold back tears, he said, “Yes, anxiety is a part of what you bring to our family, just as you bring love, thoughtfulness, humor, helpfulness and much more.”  Then the first teardrop found its way out of the corner of his right eye, and he continued, “I can not wish for some parts of you and reject the others; you are all of it, it is what makes you you, and I love you.”

He was done talking. He just shared genuine words of affirmation and vulnerability filled the air. 

I could tell he felt like he had said more than he was accustomed to sharing already.  So, I did what any good therapist does, and asked him to share more.  When I invited him to explain what he felt as he told her that, he gave up the battle to hold back his tears (and no, this is NOT the goal of therapy – to make people cry – so stay with me here as the magic unfolds).  He said, “It makes me sad to think that you feel alone with your anxiety.  That you believe I may not love part of you because of that.”  Then he went on to say, “I am here for you.”  “I love you.”  “All of you.”

Who doesn’t want to hear that?

People who rely on words of affirmation to feel loved must hear it. 

Let me say it again because if you love someone, this is exactly what they want to hear (as long as you mean it, of course).

I AM HERE FOR YOU.  I LOVE YOU.  ALL OF YOU.

Turning to her, I anticipated that she might reciprocate with her own endorsement of love for him.  However, her response surprised me.  She seemed skeptical; untrusting of his words.  I asked her to share with him what she was feeling as she listened to him.  “Embarrassed, really,” she said.  “You don’t talk to me like that, and I don’t know what to do with those words.”  She continued, saying, “I feel embarrassed…maybe vulnerable is the word, because this is not how you talk.  It feels unfamiliar, foreign.” 

Then she said to him, “And, it surprises me that you feel that way, I had no idea.”

He was noticeably sad at the thought that his wife did not realize how much he loves her.  He said, “I thought my actions let you know how I feel, I didn’t realize you needed words.”  (Actions are generally the love language of “acts of service“). Then without prompting, he continued with, “I think about how grateful I am for you, how much I love you, and how important you are to me all the time.”  And, “I just don’t think to say it to you.”

She said, “I need to hear it.”

When your love language is hearing words of affirmation, this means that you feel most loved when you hear someone say loving, kind and appreciative words about you. Words are important, and to gain credibility you must use them regularly enough that they are not unfamiliar to your loved one.  Words are not the only way to show your love.  For some people though, it’s just what they need.  Lucky for her, he seems to get that now.

As the session closed, he turned to her and said, “I understand now that you need to hear it, and I want to give you that.”

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