In three months I will be getting married.
A sentence that I never expected to say in my life, but am overjoyed at how happy I am to say it now. I’ve been thinking a lot about life lately. Not an uncommon topic to roll around in my head, but this time I’ve been focused on humanity.
Deep thoughts for any afternoon, but important still. Mostly I’ve been thinking about the word gay. What does that mean. Of course I know what the word means, or at least I know the meaning it’s been assigned, but what does it mean to be gay?
For me, and I know my experiences in life are unique compared to others, being gay has only been defined by the person I have fallen in love with and am marrying in October.
Being gay has not defined my ability to do my job, my ability to lift heavy weight at my CrossFit box, nor has it defined how I think, feel or my aspirations in life. Being gay has not defined being Jason it’s only added to the puzzle.
I take comfort in that. Much like the men and women of past civil rights movements, I too want to exist - not because of the color of my skin, my ethnicity, my gender or my sexual orientation but because I’m me. Just like you are you.
Yes, I am marrying a man. We will fight about the same things most couples fight about, we will contribute to society as most other couples do and we write a story for other couples to learn from. We will ebb and we flow. We will rise and we will fall. But most importantly we will live.
So, what does gay mean? I still do not know.What I do know, it’s essence has brought me much joy and that’s all, we all really want in life. Joy.