Soooooooooo today one of the biggest news stories revolved around Pride, or as they call it GAY PRIDE. The reporter was asking why LGBTQI community need a special day? Indeed, why would they need to force their perversion down everyones throat by parading through the city in assless chaps or watching men teeter, todder in womens high heels with copious amounts of makeup which only adds to the clown like appearance.
The radio reporter went on with a little more of his tirade. I was driving along, minding my own business, enjoying the delight of my Starbucks coffee, made just how I like it. My afternoon was ticking along nicely until I hit the wrong radio button and landed on this twits rant, ugh.
Funny thing is though, my initial thought was, ‘Wow, this poor guy is so wound up and irate he was gonna pop a vein!! I shook my head and smiled deciding it was just the same of rhetoric that annually is dragged (Pun intended) into the headlines at this time of year. I’m sure the callers would rant and rave how the gay community wanted to rape and pillage their children. How disgusting the display of same sex couples holding hands and kissing was……….. It was like car crash TV, I should have just flipped the station but I couldn’t help myself. In all truth it just made me feel a little sad that in 2018 we have the same dumbass ignorant comments that only revolve around what we may or may not do in the privacy of our own bedrooms.
Then it happened, after a particularly vicious rant from a local Politician, the next caller Greg was put on the line. This man, was very soft spoken, and spoke with a tinge of an accent I couldn’t quite place. It went a little something like this.
Hi every, my name is Greg, I am a gay man, husband and Father. I work, pay taxes, complain about the weather, cheer for my child on a Saturday morning while trying to figure out how to get grass stains outta that uniform.
To the Politician who ranted and raved a little while ago, I have a response. Sir, this morning instead of driving my child to school, I got paged and called in for an emergency. I’m a cardiac surgeon, there had been a nasty motorway crash and the injured were en route. I had my hands inside the bodies of six human beings today. Human beings who are recovering and looking forward to a long future with their family and friends. Human beings who could not have cared less if I was gay, pink with polka dots, or in high heels. These human beings saw another human being with the skills to help them, with the answers to their questions and someone who could offer hope in a dark moment in their and their families lives.
It’s my job, I do it and I do it well. Should I be wearing a sign that says, I can help save your life, ….. if you’re ok with me being Gay?
Will your family stop to question my sex life and moral fibre as you lay dying, waiting to see if I meet the appropriate standard?
Sir I wish you a long and healthy life, and hope that we never have to meet in either a professional or personal capacity, but know that if we do I will simply see a human being that I can help or at the very least be pleasant to.’
The radio host thanked Greg for his call and there was radio silence…….dead air. They radio host fumbled back on air to announce a commercial break. Truthfully there was nothing left to say, Greg in his soft spoken, lilting accent had diffused the mounting on air hatred, had made everyone realise that we are all just human beings,
Human beings of all different shapes, sizes, colours who deal with just the same highs and lows, regardless of whom we wake up beside in the morning.
Happy Pride Everyone