Power of One

April 5, 2013
Every school has kids who are donned: The Drama Kids. Needless to say I am one of them, but at my school, the drama kids, the guys at least, do not exactly fit into the stereotypical flamboyantly gay stereotype that seems to plagued the media, and to some extent Broadway itself. Rather the drama kids at my school were the exact opposite, homophobic kids who were scared to admit that gayness is not a mental illness, but rather a part of life, something that should not be a burden.

Needless to say, when I joined the Drama Club at my school, I was not yet ready to face the utter blindness people have to a community of perfectly good people. The things that the kids said to my best friend, who is an out-of-the-closet lesbian, and me, an ‘in-the-closet’ lesbian were shocking, and downright cruel. To my best friend, Tatiana, it was something that she considered ‘normal,’ as she had faced the bullying since middle school. Me on the other hand knew that bullying, especially to the extent that these kids were going to was downright wrong—morally wrong.

While I did not act on this knowledge as soon as I probably should have, I made it clear to the other kids, subtly at first, that it was not okay to call Tatiana a fag, a slut, or any of the other horrendous names they made up for her. Then, one day, fed up with the insensibility of the other kids, I made the decision to kiss her.

Yes. This was at a cast party, after one of the shows, where I was probably not thinking clearly, but to quite honest, it was the best decision I had ever made in my entire life. While I did realize at that moment that I too would have to come out, I realized something else, something greater than myself. I realized what it meant to face the wrath of others, and how to stand up for not only myself, but for the entire gay community as a whole.

Through that one simple act of rebelling against what the other kids thought was morally wrong, I broke through the walls of some of the other kids who realized that being gay was not something to be ashamed of, but rather something that can be spread. Especially since after that, several kids who I sort of guessed were LGBTQ youth came out of the closet, not to all, but to a view, I realized how much a simple act can weigh, especially after realizing that the power of love is not something to be ashamed of, no matter who you are.

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