Call me Cait 

hi friends! I’m so happy to announce that SSFB has another guest post for y’all! I would like to say in advance that I welcome all kind comments in response to this post! Even if you do not agree, please be respectful. Hateful comments of any kind will not be approved. I know this is a controversial topic, and that’s why it needs to be talked about. I read a quote about gay marriage once that said something like:

I believe everyone has the right to be happy. I also believe everyone has the right to be unhappy, and that is why I support gay marriage.

As such, I believe everyone has the right to feel good in their own skin. I don’t care if that means plastic surgery, Botox, tanning, hair extensions, or anything else. I have never woken up and felt like what was on the outside didn’t match the inside-although I sometimes think I’m actually an 85 year old granny, post to come on that later😉-so I don’t think I have any right to say what gender another person should or shouldn’t be.

Without further rambling, here is what Bailey had to say about Caitlyn Jenner:

As the Caitlyn Jenner story has unfolded, we have been witnessing the reactions of everyone around us. While some have shown support, others have projected nothing but hate. Nothing good is associated with the word hate.

My mom had a client who was transgender, she made the transition from a man to a woman and she was able to do it in privacy. Only the people in her life knew, it wasn’t projected on a worldwide scale like Caitlyn’s life is. You may think that her story is not an act of bravery, but to everyone who has struggled with being transgender, or part of the LGBT community, Caitlyn is a hero.

I was never taught to hate, I was taught acceptance, so hate is something I’ve never quite understood. I’ve realized a lot of the hate that comes with Caitlyn’s story comes from a lack of understanding. People fear what they don’t know or understand.
I don’t understand the transgender life style. I don’t know what it’s like to feel as though you were born into the wrong body. And fortunately for me, I was raised in a family who taught me I could be myself, so I don’t understand the pressures that come along with the inability to be your true self.
Growing up, whenever I had a question my mom answered it to the best of her ability. She taught me that even though people are different from me that doesn’t make me any better or worse than them. If you are unsure or uneasy about a topic, I encourage you to learn more about the subject matter. Educating yourself is empowering yourself.
The bible tells us to love our neighbor. Whether or not you believe in it, the statement holds true. Even if you don’t agree or really understand Caitlyn’s story, blindly hating someone who really has no affect on your life whatsoever isn’t right. As I am about to begin a year teaching kindergarten I recall the golden rule, treat others the way you wish to be treated.
You do not have to understand or agree, but show the respect you would wish to receive in your life. Being true to yourself is an act of bravery that we should all possess. And if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. Because at the end of the day, does it really affect your life at all?

If you are a member of the GLBT community and need someone to talk to, click here.


One comment

  1. megates509 · June 12, 2015

    I remember a couple incidents from my teen years that affected my opinion on this topic. The details are fuzzy on the first, so I won’t go into details. My mom invited a friend from work to visit at our house. It was summer and we sat outside in our backyard and had a very nice visit. And my point is that she invited a friend and we sat and visited and that is how it should be.
    While in junior high, one of my friends always celebrated her birthday with a slumber party. The first time I was invited, I was given a tour of her home, which included the bedroom her mother shared with her aunt. Having no reason to think anything one way or the other, my thought was that it seemed like a nice room. A few years later, I learned that my mother worked with my friend’s mother, and knew that her aunt was not her aunt, and had no hesitation in allowing me to spend time with my friend at her house. Sure, maybe my mother could have said more about it, but hey, it was the 70s! To me the message was loud and clear. They were a family and they were nice people. That is what mattered.


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