Just a link and some brief tableaux of rage.
This article is depressing and infuriating.
THERE ARE GAY STUDENTS IN YOUR HIGH SCHOOL. EVEN IF YOU LIVE IN WEST VIRGINIA, TEXAS, OR ORANGE FUCKING COUNTY. HOW DARE YOU TELL THOSE KIDS THEY CAN'T EVEN HAVE THE OPTION OF PERFORMING IN A GODDAMN MUSICAL THAT ACKNOWLEDGES THEIR EXISTENCE? DRAMA CLUB IS THE ONLY REFUGE THEY HAVE, YOU ASSHOLE.
"Hi, my name is Divisive Issue. My very existence is inherently a problem for your ill-considered moral code. I guess that means that we shouldn't discuss me or my right to basic human dignity; that might upset you. I hope your personal relationship with God is going well!"
It's been a long time since I've heard anyone use this phrase seriously; perhaps it's time to reacquaint ourselves with it:
We're here. We're queer. Get used to it. You fucker.
Apparently, contrary to popular opinion and empirical data, not all people get to live in New York. It's time we few, we happy few, we band of sisters realize that it's a lot harder to be one of us (gay, lesbian, bi, trans, or just a decent person) outside that tiny little group of islands-plus-the-Bronx and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Forget marriage fucking equality (don't tell anyone I said that) and put your agile brains to work figuring out how to help an eleven-year-old girl in West Virginia feel okay about starting to look at other girls instead of boys like she's supposed to. Tell a teenaged boy in Texas that he can wear a dress. I don't know what the hell to do in Orange County, but it clearly needs work. Get out there and just be gay in public. It's a start.