Why do I care?

Why do I care so much about the rights of other people that live differently from me?

People who identify in a way that may contrast one’s outer view of them?

People who are guided by who their heart calls to, no matter how society want to suppress them?

When one’s choices aren’t a threat to another, when a person chooses an identity that is a break from “traditions,” when I am in a place to respect how a person chooses to show up in life the way I wish to be respected, I ask in return…

Why shouldn’t I?

Who am I to tell a stranger, or even someone close to me, who they should be when their choices are not a threat to myself or anyone?

Who am I to support, suggest, or make a law against people whose only crime is that their right to choose hurts those that profit off their distress?

Being an ally to anyone outside of one’s choices takes many forms. Whether it’s by your upbringing, or even choosing to be better than who you were, your presence is appreciated by them.

Just as much as theirs can be by you.

D.F.