everything is relative

My son, the nephew who had recently come out to his parents and I spent a day together recently. He is one year younger than my son and a proud gay young man who is very much investing himself in his identity and unabashedly expressing it to the world. My brother and sister-in-law know this is not a choice and yet they bristle at his pride regarding this issue. They prefer he be more subdued which prompted a conversation between the three of us.

When my nephew asked me how early I knew I was trans he was flabbergasted at how long I was able to suppress it. Of course he had no way of relating to the world I was born into and how nearly impossible coming out was back then for most of us. Instead, his reference point was this new and braver period in our history.

He impressed with his level of education on LGBT issues and proved himself to be a virtual encyclopedia. I recall being his age and struggling to find scraps of information on the T side of that equation while this young man's knowledge base was nearly on par with my own proving what amazing resources we have at our disposal and what motivation to learn can achieve.

So while I understand his parent's hesitation I am also glad to witness this young man's bravado in the face of a society that still contains large pockets of hostility towards difference.

Our day together was stimulating for all of us and my son's sensitivity around all this was only reinforced in listening to his cousin explain the subtleties and complexities and what it meant to him.

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