It has been a while. Those last three weeks of school were killer. I wrote next to nothing. I also read next to nothing unless it was an audio book I could play in the car. Summer school, man, if it doesn’t kill you, nothing can.
We are on to chapter four, it seems. Which was a really difficult chapter for me. I set the book aside to begin writing while only half-way through, it was that painful.
Stereotypes, what a topic. Reading Subliminal over the summer, I acquired a greater understanding of why we all create them, but it doesn’t make it any easier to read. Or, possibly, it is not easy to read because we are talking about my child.
I am often lumped into a stereotype based, believe it or not, solely on the shortness of my hair and the fact that I generally wear jeans but not make-up. I will leave it up to you to guess what I am saying. But when it happens, I laugh at the stupidity, flip the person off, then go back to fantasizing about an illicit relationship with both Idris Elba and Chris Evans, with the occasional James Bond thrown in for good measure. Which Bond? Does it really matter?
When it comes to my kids, however, I get all momma-Grizzly, or is that momma-Weasley?
As I’ve stated before, I grew up in what is now known as the alt-right. The discussion of homosexuality was almost non-existent due to the era (70s and 80s) and usually limited to AIDS (black men had sex with monkeys and now there is AIDS–No. Freaking. Joke.), and the need to force gay people to have sex with the opposite gender because that would fix them. Therefore, I had not heard of most of the stereotypes the author has listed. They are just as disturbing as the lies I was raised with, however, and, due to that, I am not going to go into them.
The author, who has been incredibly positive up to this point, even overly optimistic, takes a stab at why LGBT+ people are just as likely as straight, cis-gender people to lump other LGBT+ people into the same sorts of stereotypes–they hate themselves. The reason for this is probably obvious if we think about it long enough. LGBT+ people are often put down for who they are, not just by society, but usually by their own families.
Dawson still finds a way to close on a positive, self-love note:
“There is only one you,…be true to yourself.”