We’re just days away from knowing whether the Romnesia faithful or Obamacare followers win out. It also seems that once again it comes down to those “swing voters.” Kind of funny that in less than two sentences and 26 words, I’ve been able to dump all the American voters into three nice, tidy buckets. Of course, I could’ve just said “Voters will determine our next president in just a few days!” No labels, no segregating, no putting people into nicely categorized holding pens. And, what does this have to do with Your Tango readers?
Truth is, the majority of relationship issues that rare their ugly heads are because we put labels on one another. It seems we’re always just one breath away from cluttering up the communication landscape with some form of “boxing one another in” that leads to strife, grief, and more than likely going to bed without even a “good night.” Why? Because we just can’t let people be people. They have to have the proverbial label. Case in point...
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I’m gay, a man, a father, a partner, a ex-husband, a son, a brother, a uncle, a coach, a mentor, a board member, a teacher, a optimist, a doubter, a cyclist, a bear, a daddy, a writer, a radio show host, etc.
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Truly, without some of these labels, people wouldn’t know me or get who I am. On the other hand, how much does it really matter what I am? As long as I treat people like people, love without boundaries, care from an humanitarian perspective, laugh to share pleasure, dance to feel free, and contemplate to make a difference, then, does it really matter that you know I’m gay?
In reality, I don’t know that it really matters if anyone knows if someone is gay, straight, bi-sexual, transgender, transsexual, queer, etc. Think about it. Even if it’s hard, just open your mind for just a few moments and let’s play with this concept and see what happens.