On the first day I took a breath in this world and shrieked my first scream,
I was black or white or one of a billion shades in-between;
I was male or female or one of a billion shades in-between;
I had black hair or blond hair or one of a billion shades in-between;
I was gay or straight or one of a billion shades in-between;
I had blue eyes or brown eyes or one of a billion shades in-between;
I was destined to be short or tall or one of a billion shades in-between;
I was destined to be skinny or obese or one of a billion shades in-between.

On the first day I opened my eyes to see the world, I was:
To be raised in privilege or disadvantage or one of a billion shades in-between;
To live in luxury or poverty or one of a billion shades in-between;
To be loved or abused or one of a billion shades in-between;

These are my truths. These are among the many things that make me me.
Your opinion of them means nothing.
Your approval or disapproval means nothing.
Your coaxing or pleading or demanding or wishing me to change mean nothing.
Your disdain or pride or judgment mean nothing.
These are my truths.

On the first day my blood pumped on its own, this was me.

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About the Author

Michael Aaron

Michael Aaron

Michael Aaron is the editor and publisher of QSaltLake. He has been active in Utah's gay and lesbian community since the early 80s and published two publications then and in the 90s.
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  1. Dominique Storni
    May 28, 2015 at 6:08 pm

    I think my angels were visiting you, Michael. When someone asks me what to expect from a party at my home, I tell them basically what you have outlined here.

    I honor your path. I honor your vision. Thank you for all you do.

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