Yup, that’s what my name tag reads. Why you ask?
When trying to go out with friends and meet new guys, I’m pressured into going to a bar specifically for Gays, because my straight compatriots can’t stand the sight of me showing affection to another man. I am a Second Class Citizen.
When I meet that amazing guy who I fall in love with, I can’t marry him in 44 of my 50 States because I might ‘ruin the sanctity of marriage.’ Meanwhile my straight counterparts can get married for money, citizenship, out of tradition, on a drunken night, or be forced into a marriage. I am clearly a Second Class Citizen.
If I marry the love of my life and now want to establish a family, I can’t adopt children in 40 of my 50 States. Even in the ones I can, I’m given only the option of choosing a special needs child. I am a Second Class Citizen.
When voting for our next President, Senate, or House Representative, I’m forced into voting Democrat, for the other party views me as an abomination to his or her own soil. I am a Second Class Citizen.
When I turn on the television, I either see what straight folks have outlined to be their perfect flamboyant Gay character or see a fellow Gay man get booed on live TV in front of our future leaders and they say NOTHING to defend him. I AM a Second Class Citizen.
Hi, my name is Equality.
And I’m a Second Class Citizen.