On this date in 1918, the armistice (end of belligerence document) effectively brought an end to the death and wounding of the Great War, World War I. Although the fighting ceased, the war itself was only on a temporary cessation until a permanent peace treaty was signed by the belligerents. That fact occurred on June 28, 1919. One hundred years ago this year.
This upcoming weekend has led me to a serious and in-depth thoughtful assessment into my state of mind. On Sunday, November 10, is the first year anniversary of the death of my father. I knew that the first full year living without him would be depressing (at times) and difficult. However, nothing really prepared me for the overflow of feelings of both gratitude and joy as I recalled episodes of my life with Pop.
Many people of Greek birth or descent return to visit the homeland during the month of August. This tradition has been in existence since before my parents immigrated here in the late 1940’s. I’m not certain of the origins of this custom, I’m simply aware of it from the practice as well as my own personal experience. Also, what right do I have to question anyone’s desire for a good time and a decent party?
In response to my post this past Monday, Decisions, (click title to view), last night as Aaron and I were in a local restaurant celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary, the subject of the appropriate gravatar (logo or representation) for ReNude Pride became part of our conversation. Normally, my spouse is very tolerable of my ideals and opinions and supportive of any viewpoints that I may share here. However, in this instance, he clarified a point and asked that I share it here.
Four years ago today, August 15, Aaron and I became a household. We got married (“tied-the-knot,” “jumped the broom,” etc)! We became husband and husband in the eyes of the law, our families, God, our friends, our pet Siberian Husky, the Wizard of Oz, and other deities and demons too numerous to mention. We became the very first same-sex couple in both of our respective families. Most importantly, we’re still together – laughing, loving and, at times, struggling, But – we’re – still – together! And very happy!
It was exactly 50 years ago today, on June 28, 1969, that the Stonewall Inn riots occurred in New York City, USA. This spontaneous uprising happened as a result of police harassment of the local gay, lesbian. bisexual, transgender and queer (GLBTQ) patrons at the Stonewall Inn and fortunately, the world has changed quite a bit since then. Here in the USA, such behavior by law enforcement today would initiate not only condemnation and civil lawsuits but other legal ramifications as well. I need to insert here that 50 years ago, the GLBTQ community was known by an entirely different label: homosexual. That label wasn’t always complimentary.
This January is my second anniversary here with ReNude Pride although it is the actual third January being published here. This month was a celebration as the second year of publication was observed. In keeping with a tradition I’ve established here on ReNude Pride, at the end of each month I post a commentary on that month and what accomplishments, if any, were made and other pertinent thoughts worth noting. I use this as a tool of keeping readers informed as well as a measure of success.