After a pit stop in Bakersfield last night, we drove over the border of California into Arizona today. The scenery was stunning and lovely, of course, but for some reason I felt irritable. I rarely get road rage, unless someone is being blatantly rude or clueless and driving slow in the fast lane. I don’t understand why it is so difficult to politely move over to the right (especially on a relatively open road where there is plenty of room between semis) to let the other person pass correctly.
As we continued further, I realized that my feelings of frustration were not really about the white SUV that refused to move, no matter how much I tailgated pointedly. Recently, a close friend was rejected by her parents because she brought her girlfriend home to visit. They’ve had 10 years to adjust and learn to accept that their daughter is queer. They site their religious beliefs as the reason that they can never accept who she is, and in their minds they believe she should choose celibacy over happiness with a partner.
I don’t understand how a parent can turn their back on their child, especially when that child is happy with who they are and not doing anything “wrong”. When that child bends over backwards to be there for their family, and will always love them no matter what they do or who they love. I am always grateful with situations like this, that my own mom, who is a devout Catholic, always accepts, loves, and supports me. No matter what. She realizes that she doesn’t have to follow the teachings of the church and Vatican when they do not align with what she sees to be true. And that is that love is love.
I know that I said in my first post that I would post lots of pictures, but it’s much easier to put them all on Instagram. Follow me @thisqueerfemme to view! We are traveling with our chihuahua bobble head ChiChi LaWolf who will make frequent appearances with our road trip pics.