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Love is Love

 

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It is so easy to get yourself worked up about the little stuff. When I get into that head-space it compounds and compounds. It really makes it hard to get some perspective.

I had a lovely weekend away with my family. We jumped into the car, bags packed and cruised up the highway to Bendigo. My goodness, Victoria is beautiful. Raw, country paddocks, hot breeze against my face was the best medicine. It was exactly what I needed after a week of bleh….

I need to admit something to you all as well. I’m in love with someone. His name is NETFLIX! {Oh Netflix, always reliable, interesting and on demand}. What more could a girl ask for 

With boys in bed, I curled up on the couch for a date with my man. {The man, being Netflix}. I’m a sucker at the moment for documentaries so I scrolled through the latest to pick out my watch for the night.

I came across one called “Bridegroom”. The synopsis was, “ Shane Bitney Crone’s plans to marry Tom Bridegroom in California after the same-sex marriage laws is passed takes a tragic turn when his partner of six years accidentally dies and Tom’s family refuses Shane from attending the funeral.”

Beautiful, sad, lovely, inspiring, you get the gist.

I’m all for love people. Love people. That is what is important. If you get a chance to watch this documentary you’ll know what I mean.

I have never seen homosexuality as something that even comes onto my radar. I have friends that are gay – but I don’t see them as gay. I see them as themselves. I don’t identify them as “my friend who is gay” just like they don’t say “ My friend Cheryl who is straight”. They are just people. Just like me. And they love. Just like me. Who you love, is really none of my business.

Here is Shane's video that went viral and has had over 5 million views.

It goes for 10 minutes – I urge you to watch it.

 

 

  

 

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