An Enlightened Cracker with Cheese :)
For many years I have wondered what the purpose of my life was meant to be. And it wasn't until the last few years that it has become very obvious to me. Let me tell you the story. Be forewarned, I am not an author. I will make typos, I will say stupid things. I will be cheesy!
I was raised in a very conservative family. My grandpa was a diehard Cubs fan and a die hard Republican. While the rest of my family didn't really discuss politics as much, most of our values and beliefs we were taught leaned toward the right. Of course I did not really even think about this until I was in my late 20s or early 30s, when I met my husband at the time. He was more political. However, he was also Republican, so while I learned more about politics and thinking about such things, I still only new the "right side" of the story. I was in this blissful little bubble, who thought the "white privilege" everyone talked about was a over dramatic, unfounded view. And while I personally had no bias against anyone, and I loved everyone, my actions because of stupidity clearly did not support my personal beliefs. I had a few gay friends and family members who I stuck up for and fought for often. But I was blind to the fact that my voting decisions, my everyday decisions, effected them in ways I had no idea.
My path to "enlightenment" started in 2014, or so I thought, but in reality it started in 2004 when I started playing World of Warcraft. Thru the game I met a hugely diverse group of people. One of which, I would eventually marry. In 2014, my life began to turn into a different and new direction. By 2015 I was in a new relationship, with a wonderful man, who just happened to be a Belizian immigrant who was beautifully dark skinned. I fall in love with someone's heart and soul. Details like where someone was born or their color is not important. I quickly realized that this was not true to some of those around me. How could I have been so blind to see that some of my dearest friends and family members were racist? When did this happen? When did "white privilege" and "racism" become real things? Obviously, the answer is they were always real. I was just too blind to see it.
And then, in 2015, my daughter came to me and told me that she was different. She was 11 at the time and she came to me to tell me that she thought she wanted a girlfriend when she got older. I told her that was fine. And then she emphasized that she really wanted a girlfriend, and not a boyfriend. Again, me being the open loving person I am, that was fine with me. So what, my daughter is a lesbian. I don't care! I told her that she was 11, and she didn't need to worry about things like that. That she had plenty of time and if that is who she is, then great. I just wanted her to focus on being 11. But this story doesn't end there, today my child goes by a new name. She is now ze. While it is hard to refer to zer with alternative pronouns and zer preferred name, it is something that I feel is very important. Because to me, zer knowing that ze is loved and respected no matter what ze decides is more important to me.
So today, I start this blog. I start this blog to discuss the hard things. To give a cheesy, real life, prospective on issues that we need to discuss. Mental illness, sexuality, bullying, racism, violence, LGBT issues, etc. And most of all to spread peace, love, and positive messages to everyone!
Thank you for reading!
Love, Light, & LOL's,
Zita
I was raised in a very conservative family. My grandpa was a diehard Cubs fan and a die hard Republican. While the rest of my family didn't really discuss politics as much, most of our values and beliefs we were taught leaned toward the right. Of course I did not really even think about this until I was in my late 20s or early 30s, when I met my husband at the time. He was more political. However, he was also Republican, so while I learned more about politics and thinking about such things, I still only new the "right side" of the story. I was in this blissful little bubble, who thought the "white privilege" everyone talked about was a over dramatic, unfounded view. And while I personally had no bias against anyone, and I loved everyone, my actions because of stupidity clearly did not support my personal beliefs. I had a few gay friends and family members who I stuck up for and fought for often. But I was blind to the fact that my voting decisions, my everyday decisions, effected them in ways I had no idea.
My path to "enlightenment" started in 2014, or so I thought, but in reality it started in 2004 when I started playing World of Warcraft. Thru the game I met a hugely diverse group of people. One of which, I would eventually marry. In 2014, my life began to turn into a different and new direction. By 2015 I was in a new relationship, with a wonderful man, who just happened to be a Belizian immigrant who was beautifully dark skinned. I fall in love with someone's heart and soul. Details like where someone was born or their color is not important. I quickly realized that this was not true to some of those around me. How could I have been so blind to see that some of my dearest friends and family members were racist? When did this happen? When did "white privilege" and "racism" become real things? Obviously, the answer is they were always real. I was just too blind to see it.
And then, in 2015, my daughter came to me and told me that she was different. She was 11 at the time and she came to me to tell me that she thought she wanted a girlfriend when she got older. I told her that was fine. And then she emphasized that she really wanted a girlfriend, and not a boyfriend. Again, me being the open loving person I am, that was fine with me. So what, my daughter is a lesbian. I don't care! I told her that she was 11, and she didn't need to worry about things like that. That she had plenty of time and if that is who she is, then great. I just wanted her to focus on being 11. But this story doesn't end there, today my child goes by a new name. She is now ze. While it is hard to refer to zer with alternative pronouns and zer preferred name, it is something that I feel is very important. Because to me, zer knowing that ze is loved and respected no matter what ze decides is more important to me.
So today, I start this blog. I start this blog to discuss the hard things. To give a cheesy, real life, prospective on issues that we need to discuss. Mental illness, sexuality, bullying, racism, violence, LGBT issues, etc. And most of all to spread peace, love, and positive messages to everyone!
Thank you for reading!
Love, Light, & LOL's,
Zita
Originally posted on my old blog Sept. 27 2017
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