Don’t ask don’t tell came to visit my house on Sunday. It hasn’t been a huge issue for me. I didn’t see where people were being hurt and we know people in the Army who are gay and we just don’t talk about it and they don’t share their lives with us but as Armando pointed out not long ago where racism and America intersects, the status quo of silence is not going to be able to stand the test of time.
On Sunday I was hurt by don’t ask don’t tell. I was hurt in the motherhood part of my soul and that’s my most tender part. We live close to a gay military relationship but I’m not going to give details because people could be hurt. Funny thing is that the person I’m most exposed to in the gay relationship that lives close to us doesn’t like me and I don’t like her. Our personalities just clash. I respect her humanity though and her personhood and would never desire to harm her so I’m going to be mostly silent here as I am in my real life and only speak about my exposure to her life in ways that make my point and leave her and her family safe.