Don't Care

I forgot how much I enjoyed "The Adventures of Priscilla: Queen of the Desert" until I watched it again on Saturday night. After the credits rolled (and the Japanese guy found a strange-looking kite), I got to thinking about gay guys and Queens and all the controversy that's been going on about right vs wrong.

And I realized I don't care.

I don't care if you're gay, lesbian, transvestite, or simply like to cross-dress when no-one's looking. I don't care about the colour of your skin, where you live, or where you've come from. I don't care if you've taken vows of chastity or sleep around. I don't care whether you believe in God, Allah, a general good in the universe or nothing at all. I don't care what you believe on a million and one different subjects, nor whether you fight for your beliefs or say nothing. I don't care if you have AIDS. I don't care if you're a single parent, a widow/er, or any other marital status. (I do care if you abuse children, animals and such. That's simply not on, dude.) I don't care what country you hail from. I don't care if you're right or wrong.

Why?

Because each one of us, no matter what we appear to be or not be, has been created, planned from before there was time. We've got a place in this world, our bodies were knit together with care and birthed in a miracle. We are kindred, one species, dependent on each other and this rock in space for our survival. We each have a life to live, a journey to travel. Our views of the world around us may differ, but we see through eyes composed of the same matter, powered by the same impulses, connected to the same type of brain, housed in a skull shaped like any other. Whether we like it or not, we are the same.

And as such, the differences don't really matter.