Safe, not safe, never safe

My wife and I are in Maine for a memorial service celebrating the life of the grandfather of my children, my beloved father-in-law from the first go-around. The collection of his children and grandchildren, and his wife’s clan of three generations, includes a handful of other LGBTQ people. It’s been a wonderful experience, living into the way we’ve all worked so hard to make our two household-family work for 20 years now. We’ve visited favorite outdoor spaces and eaten favorite local foods. We’ve cried and laughed and worshipped God and said goodbye to Papa.

And in the midst of all this, my wife and I have had the odd experience of feeling both safe with the family and safe in the Portland area, safe enough to touch each other in public, even to exchange a restrained kiss or two.

This morning it sounds crazy to claim safety anywhere. On MSNBC, they are reporting that the alleged shooter’s father* tells a story about his son taking offense when he recently saw two men kissing in Miami.

Two of my sweethearts, skipping stones
Two of my sweethearts, skipping stones

I’ll confess, the first moment in which we relaxed our guard this weekend, I thought, “I wonder who is looking?” We watch ourselves at home in Pennsylvania, where we always watch how we interact with each other, where we both work in churches where some people disapprove of our “lifestyle,” where we know we are not safe, not really.

Here, though, I felt safe. Sort of.

What I failed to wonder about is the impact of our actions on other people. When you feel moved to kiss the person you love, to act out your affection in a quick motion, do you think about who you may be setting off?

Maybe we are never safe.

But don’t we want that to be different?

*purported, news can always change at this point

 

3 thoughts on “Safe, not safe, never safe

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  2. I woke up this morning thinking about safety. It’s been hard to get my thoughts to jell with this horrible event – so many people I love belong to the LGBTQ community – but that is what has taken root in my brain, finally. The loss of safe place. Everyone should be safe.

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