Life is filled with choices. The older we get, the more we (hopefully) learn and are aware of the consequences that these choices can have. It has been estimated that the average adult makes around 35,000 choices a day. These choices might include (but may not be limited to) whether or not you’re going to get that morning meat beat in before getting ready for work or using that extra three minutes to sleep, what you’re going to wear to work, the route you take to work, whether or not you’ll leave on time, stop by McDonald’s, and the music you listen to while en route to work as well. You’d probably be surprised at the number of choices you make throughout the day. Hell, taking the time to count them is a choice as well. However, regardless of however many choices we have at our disposal, the one choice we didn’t make was the families we were born into.
The holidays upon are us, and that means that some of us will suffer through the unfortunate occasion of spending time with a single or set of problematic parental units, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. Many of you know exactly who we’re talking about. They’re the ones who won’t directly ask about your Beaux, but about your “little friend”, the ones who look down their holy noses on you and the spirit of homosexuality you house, and the ones who will easily accept you as a murderer, rapist, or a deadbeat father, before accepting you as being SGL or gay. None of us are strangers to the commandment dictating us to unconditionally honor our parents, but how do we act in the instances where they don’t honor us?
One of the main reasons that the holidays are so stressful for us as SGL gentlemen of color is because of the ways our families view our “lifestyle”. This shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone reading this, because while some of us are fortunate enough to come from families who couldn’t care less about who we love or are sleeping with, others came into this world tethered to families who base their acceptance on sexuality. Heterosexuality. The stress, anxiety, and even the depression that some of us experience through the holidays rests on the hinges of their thoughts, views and opinions of our love, and there’s way no in hell we should be expected to endure these things in the name of “family”. Fuck that.