I'm Still Fighting
It has been a couple of years now, but when we met feels like yesterday. I came and spoke to you at your college about my experience growing up with lesbian parents. After I spoke you asked questions like, "but why aren't you gay?" or, "don't you ever think about going to hell?" I was courteous, responsive, but it wasn't enough. When I left that night I met you at the bus stop and today I have the scars to show it, and I'm proud of them.
To me, our interaction didn't show that I was weak, it didn't show that I had been beaten, it shows that the only opposition to granting same sex couples every right given to their heterosexual counterparts is hate. It's easy to make statements and claims without research, without logic, to satisfy a convenient lie, but what's easy is rarely what's right. The love that my family shares and the unconditional support we give to each other can't be dismissed, and the Supreme Court affirmed that truth, though for many that wasn't easy.
I don't know where you are today, but I wish I could send this letter directly to you, and tell you that I'm not defeated, I'm still fighting.