Milk

Got home from seeing Milk a few minutes ago.  There were two things that struck me pretty hard from the movie.

First – the storyline focused on defeating Prop 6 in California.  It had a very eery ringing to our recent election and Prop 8 in California.  It really is true that history repeats itself doesn’t it? Although, they defeated Prop 6, and we are still working on Prop 8.

The second was a stance Milk took on coming out to friends, family, co-workers.  The idea that if everyone knew that person in their lives that is gay, and realize they aren’t some degenerate, it demystifies what Briggs was trying to do in Prop 6.  It took me to some memories of friends that have shared incredibly intimate things about their lives (not necessarily coming out of the closet).  Stories they were so afraid to tell for fear of my reaction. And every single one of them that has shared, later told me how relieved, sometimes surprised, they were at my reaction and continued love.  This has happened a few times.  The most memorable as the “first” in my head was telling someone about my eating disorder. I truly believed I was not worthy of any love or support or chance to get over the disease.  Yes, this is an extreme example. I supposed some of my more recent sharing may be determined even more extreme than mental health, I digress.

That particular message in the movie gave me warm fuzzies about those closest to me in my life.  That I can rely on them tirelessly to support me, listen, hold me when I cry – when the world just seems too much to face, or I just need someone behind me to push forward and catch should I stumble.  I’m fortunate to have the people like this in my life.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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One thought on “Milk

  1. Wow, I must see this movie!

    It’s amazing how much we keep from our friends because we’re afraid of their knowing. I have a hard time telling people about my eating disorder because EDs are so frustrating and I’m so fearful of “ruining” the relationship. Somehow I think I’m helping our friendship by NOT telling them things.

    But you are absolutely right — the people who I am CLOSEST with in life are the people who have seen me at my lowest. It’s probably no coincidence that these are also people who have let me in to intimate parts of their lives: coming out, family tragedies, struggles with mental illness, etc.

    I’m so glad that you have allowed people to support you in this way.

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