We saw the opening night performance of The Laramie Project at the UWF Center for Fine and Performing Arts tonight. It was beautifully done. The performances, sets, costumes, direction and even the audience were great. This is my 3rd time to see the show, and it was really well done. I highly recommend seeing it.

In addition to the story and performance, there was one additional thing that really struck a chord with me. The director, Sam Osheroff, wrote a beautiful “Director’s Notes” in the program, and I want to share it with you. What follows is an exact quote from the program.

“The boldness of asking deep questions may require unforeseen flexibility if we are to accept the answers.”  Physicist Brian Greene

The Laramie Project is the story of Matthew Shepard but it’s also the story of Emmett Till. It’s the story of James Bird, Sandra Fluke, Brandon Teena, Harvey Milk and every kid who’s ever been bullied for being fat, slow, gay, different. It’s the story of 6 millions Jews and 800,000 Tutsis, 40,000 Bosnian Muslims, and 3,000 World Trade Center Employees. It’s the story of the power of story telling, of loss and grief and fury, and of the consequences of rigid thinking. Most of all, it’s the story of a community shattered and lives ruined by a single act of intolerance.

Every generation has it’s bogeymen; Jews, blacks, women, homosexuals, communists, Muslims, Christians. The list goes on. As a species, we seem determined to fear and loathe the unknown, the strange, the OTHER. This is what happens when we allow ourselves to treat each other as anything less than human.

As I write this, a national furor is growing over the February shooting of a young African American man named Trayvon Martin. Like Matthew Shepard’s death, Martin’s has captured the attention of the media, and like Matthew Shepard, the story has grown from a local incident to a national debate on civil rights. As Trayvon Martin is becoming the emblem of the current conversation on race, so too is Matthew Shepard emblematic of the struggle for gay rights and the need for hate crime legislation. But Matthew Shepard was only one of thousands of victims of anti-gay hate crimes in 1998 and Trayvon Martin is only one of thousands of racially biased attacks in 2012.

The Laramie Project is the story of people who refused to collapse in the face of the unthinkable and of how grief and anger can lead to activism and debate. The debate isn’t always pretty and it isn’t always civil but it is always progress because debate shines a light on those things we’d prefer to sweep under the rug. In the midst of all the ugliness that surrounds the issue of hate, I see a lot of lights being shone. And that a pretty good reason for hope. H‑O‑P‑E.

- Sam Osheroff

I think this states it perfectly and so eloquently.

Be sure to catch a performance of The Laramie Project at UWF. You can get more information at their website.

Be sure to see the stage reading of the follow up piece to this show called, The Laramie Project 10 Years Later. The theatre group that originally wrote and performed the show, went back to Laramie Wyoming 10 years after Matthew Shepard’s death, and re-interviewed the people they could find. It’s a VERY eye opening view on how the story changed and what people think of the event now. There are only 2 performances on April 15th and 18th. The reading will follow that days performance of The Laramie Project. It’s free for all, but you have to get a ticket to get in.

And for more information on the story behind The Laramie Project, check this website. Learn about The Matthew Shepard Foundation.

There was a phone call I could not make today. Several times I picked up my phone to dial the number only to realize I could not or I would come to my senses and put the phone down. It was not my pride which stopped me. It was purely nature. This was a phone call I have made each year on this day for at least 35 years. And this year I could not do it. A connection has been broken and for the first time in 40 years a tradition was not conducted. And tonight I am sad.

Today is my Aunt’s birthday. Two days from today is mine. And today was the first time since I can remember I was not able to say, “Happy Birthday, Aunt Billie.” We have always celebrated our birthdays together. As I was growing up, I can not remember celebrating my birthday without celebrating hers. That is just the way it was. The first year I was away at college and we did not celebrate together was difficult. However, I picked up the phone and called her on March 20. Two days later, my phone rang and it was her on the other line returning the gesture.That became the new version of our old tradition. To me we still celebrated our birthdays together.

Eleven months ago my Aunt passed away. She had been in the hospital and just as things seem to be getting better she let go. I would not say my Aunt gave up. But I know she let go. I believe she was tired of trying and she felt it was time. She stop fighting and let what happened happen. She passed on April 20, 2011.

She was more than an Aunt to me. She was a mother.She may have been an aunt by blood (she was my mother’s older sister) but she was a mother to me. She played an important part in my life. She was there for every important step of my life. Hell, out of the five parents between Mikey and I she was the only one at our marriage ceremony. She was also the first to stand up when the guest were allowed to speak at the event. AMAZING!

Aunt Billie was an amazing women. She was a true SCW (Southern Christian Woman). She loved her God and she loved her family. I am not sure which one she would have picked if she had to choose. She maintained this stance all her life and trust me it was challenged many times. Some of those challenges even came from me. When I came out to her she said, “I know and nothing has changed.” She had integrity for her actions matched her words. And although I feel I let her down many times in my life she still made me feel like I was number one. Even if I wasn’t, she always made me feel as if I was her favorite among all five children. There was a bond between us that no one else shared.

Because of that bond, she was able to teach me a few things. First of all, she taught me that being unique was special and a gift. Instead of a burden. Second, she taught me to hold true to what I believed in. No matter what others say or do; stay true to your beliefs. Third, she taught me being strong does not mean you have to be loud. You can be a whisper but still blow down a house. Most importantly, she taught me to be myself and embrace it.

I have many memories of my Aunt. I remember a train trip she took my brother and I on from Rust to Palestine, Texas. I remember making gallons of home made eggnog one holiday season. I remember her giving me a cigarette to smoke when I was in the eighth grade (she had a few beers just before). I remember just the two of us singing Ben as she played the piano. “Ben, the two of us shall look more. We both found what we are looking for…” Today, I realize that song is a great symbol of our relationship. I remember her vacuuming the house at 4 in the morning because she could not sleep.

One memory that sticks out in my mind was on the day of my graduation with my doctorate in December 2009. She called my phone and I was not able to answer it. She left a message. She said, “Mike, this is your Aunt Billie. I wish I could be there with you but I want you to know how proud I am of you! You are a special person and I am proud of the man you have become. I love you!” She was proud of me.

Out of all the holidays since her passing, this has been the hardest for me to get through. Our birthdays have always been connected. And today, I could not pick up the phone and dial her number. I miss her more than I can say. She was, and still is, a very prominent figure in my life. So today I leave her a message.

Aunt Billie, thank you for being the person you are and the role you play in my life. Today is YOUR day and always will be. I wish you the happiest birthday and I love you! Love always, Mike.

Send a Valentine to President Obama

Our Right to Love Doesn’t Evolve, We’re Born With It.

This has been a big couple of weeks in the fight for the freedom to marry for same-sex couples. Yesterday, Washington became the seventh state to stand up for the fundamental right of same-sex couples to marry. And last week, a three-judge panel of the Ninth U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals ruled Proposition 8 unconstitutional.

We know where the GOP frontrunners stand on marriage for gay couples—it’s not pretty—that’s why we need the support of a critical player: President Obama.

As the leader of the most LGBT friendly administration in history, we need him to lead on this issue too.

This Valentine’s Day, let’s help President Obama “evolve” his views on marriage for same-sex couples by sending him a valentine. ACLU Liberty Watch will deliver your Valentine to the White House.

The hundreds of thousands of same-sex families living in states that deny them their fundamental right to marry need the support of their president. This Valentine’s Day, tell the president that the right to love doesn’t evolve, we’re born with it.

Earlier this week, I spoke to the orientation staff about the difference between a mentor and a role model. This week on Top Chief, the contestants had to cook for their mentors. The sound bits were about how these people impacted their lives and shaped the way they cook. This connection got me thinking about those who have served as mentors in my life. I have had four mentors in my life. Two of them guided me into my profession and two guided me through the process of receiving my doctorate. I want to talk about the two who guided me into this profession: Ann G. and Andy J.

While I was an undergraduate student at Texas A&M University I participated as an active member in an organization known as Off Campus Aggies (OCA). Ann and Andy served as advisors to the organization. Like most times, I never thought about the impact these two would play in my life. They sat on the perimeter and observed a great deal. When they thought we could do better they challenged us. When university administrators thought we should keep to the status quo they supported us. I had the benefit of working with these two amazing people for multiple years.

Over time, the two of them taught me so much. I learned how to work with other individuals. I also began to develop skills which would eventually shape the way I work with my students. They taught me the value of being there for students and the joy in seeing individuals grow. I learned sometimes saying nothing says so much and a simple, “I’m proud of you,” makes a great impact. I learned I can hear so much if I just listen. I also learned the value of simply being present. They taught me to be a role model. Today, my success is a reflection of them and ALL that I learned from them.

They both played a role in me being the professional I am today. They saw something in me and pointed me in the right direction. Today, I have an amazing job where I get to work with college students. I know I am successful because I have two great mentors. Something makes me smile is knowing the students I impact and guide into this profession also carry apart of Ann and Andy with them.

Thank you both for all you did and continue to do. I am the professional I am today because you saw something in me which I could not even see. I hope I do the same for others.

Until next time, cheers!

Mikey and I spent a portion of our night looking at our finances. It is easy to say this is not comfortable for either one of us to do. Isn’t that funny, the things that we should do we seem to avoid the most. We looked at our various debt and talked about ways we can work to lower the overall impact.

Finances are one of those things that I need to make myself look at and be mindful of all the time. I would much rather know that money goes into the account and hope that more money goes in than goes out. As most people know, that is not a smart way to live. I am going to try to be much better at being aware of the cash flow as it relates to our personal accounts. We have made a commitment to create a budget for our living and be more intentional about how we spend our money. We will see if this happens. We have talked about this in the past but failed to do much about it. Maybe this time we will do better. I will let you know what comes about in the weeks to follow. If all goes well we will have a better understanding of where our money is going and in six months to a year we should see that impact on the debt. Only time will tell.

Until then, cheers!

Yesterday Mikey and I went to go see Contraband at the Rave Movie Theater on Bayou in Pensacola. It was the 4:35 showing. I tell you all the details, not because they are important but I can hope those I am about to talk about read this. We get to the theater about 15 minutes before the show. We buy out tickets and walk into the theater. It is packed with people. We find two seats in the front row. To my left is an older group of four and to Mikey’s right is a twenty something group of four. Behind us is a group of four men. Before the show starts they are all talking within their groups. This is no big deal.

The lights dim and the talking continues. This goes on through the previews. I can handle this as well. The show begins and all three groups are still talking. Okay, so they are finishing the conversations. The opening titles, the group to my left stops talking, the guys behind us mumble a few things, and a female to our right is still chattering away. Here is the situation, THROUGHOUT the movie the woman to our right holds a conversation with her boyfriend (I am assuming) and female friend the entire movie, the group of men behind us comments off and on to one another, and the group to our left do a commentary on the movie. PLEASE keep in mind the group to the left are older so they are not whispering but talking rather loud letting me know what is taking place before my eyes as it happens. It is like the annoying sports announcers during a televised game (by the way, what a ridicules job to have).

Here is my point, when the lights go down SHUT UP! There should be no talking or texting during a movie. When you are at a movie theater you need to be quiet. This is not your home. There ARE others around you who would like to watch the movie as well. Your talking and texting (as non discreet as you may think you are) is disruptive. If I wanted to be annoyed with idle chatter I will watch the super bowl. The darkness of any theater should be a sign to all that it is time to be quiet. It is not the time to catch up with current gossip or to become the next great Howard Cosell. Sit, watch the movie, enjoy and once the lights come up then talk; text; hell I don’t care, make a phone call.

As for the movie itself, I would give it a B-. It was a slow movie with little action. The actors were okay but I think my biggest issue was in the writing. In retrospect I should have waited until I could see it in my own living room; where there would have been silence.

It’s that time of year where I sit down with my supervisor and I am told how I am doing at my job. It is time for the yearly EVALUATION! I really hate these things. For a time period, I begin to worry about what is on that paper. When in reality, I have had only one bad evaluation. And that was done by a supervisor who, to this day, still does not understand what it is I do (nor does she care to know what it is I do).

I usually score high on my evaluation. Last year, there was one area that I did not score so high: attitude. It was explained to me that I did not do well in this area for two reasons. The first was my attitude toward my job. The second was my attitude around others.

Over the last year, I have reflected (okay…obsessed) on this one aspect of my evaluation. Let’s take a look at the two pieces. The first one being my attitude toward my job. I will admitted in 2010 I did not have the best attitude toward my job. I was very burned out and over whelmed. I had been doing the same thing for seven years. I felt stagnant in what I was doing. I felt there was no growth professionally. Two years prior to that I began to state I was feeling the beginning of burn out. I spoke to my supervisor that I needed a change. The change did not come and as a result I got burned out. Now, I know I have control of my attitude and therefore worked this year to change that aspect. I think I have done much better this past year. We will see.

Now, on to my attitude toward others. Here is where I spent my time thinking. The day of my evaluation, I was given general statements (not specific examples). I was told that some directors in the division did not know how to take me, I was not real friendly, and I had not developed relationships with other people in the division. Over the year I have reflected on this and here is what I have come up with.

I do not prescribe to what is known as “southern hospitality” which means I am nice to your face but as soon as your back is turned my true feelings about you comes out. We have way too much of that in our division. Wow, just sitting here typing a list of names is flying through my head who I consider to be fake about their opinion of others. You see, in the south I have learned you can talk about people as badly as you like as long as you end it with, “bless their hearts.” By ending with that one line you are allowed to stay in good christian status.That is SO christian!

People know how I feel about them up front. I do not hide it. Nor am I nice and act as your best friend while we are in the same room and then verbally slam you once you are out of the range of hearing my voice. However, I will work with just about anyone. Just because I do not care for you as a person does not mean we can not work together on a project. It’s just the way that I am.

I was told I had not built relationships with others within the division. And this is true. However, I do not believe the relationships I need to build in order to be successful in my job lie primarily within the division I work. I have forged very strong and positive relationship with others outside of the division. These relationships are with others who help to make my department successful and I help to strengthen their areas. Overtime, I built bridges with other departments and both have benefited. The bonus to this is I truly enjoy working with these individuals. They are fun to work with and I know in other setting they are supportive of my areas and I am supportive of theirs. It is true, I have not built relationships with the typical individuals that people do in my division. But I have built relationships with others at work; a bridge now spans where hostility or only tolerance once existed.

It’s report card time at work. We will see what my grade is soon enough.

Saturday night Mikey, myself and a group of our friends went to the Pensacola Symphony Orchestra. Now, if you had asked me if I liked the symphony before we moved to Pensacola I would have said “no.” However, we attended a concert about five years ago and since then I have come to love the PSO. As a matter of fact it is one of my favorite things in this city. We have been season ticket holders for the last three years. The Music Director, Peter Rubardt, moves the occasion from a concert to an experience. He breaks the fourth wall and talks to the audience. He explains what the piece the symphony is about to play and gives us an inside look at the life of the composer.

It is amazing to sit in the Saenger Theatre and listen to the instruments come together to make one sound; to create that one story that we all hear. From the fanfare of the winds, to the thunder of the percussions, to the long held notes of the strings. They all must work together to make us see the one image before us that is not actually present. This story helps to moves us from our concerns of the day to various worlds in one night.

One thing I do when we attend the symphony is to sit there and close my eyes. I let my ears take in the sounds. I take note what side of the stage the sound comes from. First the left, then the right, then the center. Over and over. And as I take in each sound images begin to form in mind. At first the frames tick by slowly then faster and faster until a scene is played before me. I am taken from Pensacola, Florida to a battle field in ancient Rome or a wooded area in east Texas. I never know what or where the scene is. It is the music that guides my thoughts. And for two hours every few months, I am transported to places I never have seen before and may never see again.

It is an incredible experience that I am able to share with my friends. At intermission or at the end we all share our opinions of the pieces. No one is right or wrong in what they heard. And I am not wrong in the images I create in my head for those two hours. The images created simply by waves in the air. Thank you, PSO, for creating the notes that set me free.

The PSO is one aspect of this city I have come to love. Many times I focus on the negative elements, however, tonight I leave you with a list of the sights, events, and people I love about Pensacola:

1. The 3 Mile Bridge
2. Downtown Pensacola
3. Palafox Place
4. Gallery Nights
5. Mikey and my friends
6. Fireworks over the bay on July 4th

As 2011 began to come to a close (I mean this was within the last seven days of the year), Mikey and I were having a conversation one evening.  Mikey was telling me that he recently read a blog about someone who asked gay couples to live in a “glass house” for a month to show the public that being gay is more similar to the straight community than some would like to admit. The creator of this concept called it “The Gay Agenda”.

You see, the conservative party and the religious right like to throw around the term “gay agenda”. It is part of their fear approach to scare people in this country about this “dark side” of being gay. They use it to promote the myth that gays will recruit your children (um, has a gay person ever rang your doorbell and asked you to join homosexuality) or that we will force churches to recognize a marriage between two individuals of the same sex (um, I don’t see anyone forcing the Catholic church to preform ceremonies and sign off on the marriage of a protestant couple) or that we will fraud companies by claiming individuals under out benefits packages when we are not really in a relationship (don’t worry, heterosexuals have been doing that for decades). The gay agenda is this made up concept which is used to scare your everyday individuals of homosexuals. It is all based in myth.

So here is The2Mikes’ Gay Agenda:

• We wish to live our lives as a couple
• We would like to have children and build a family
• We wish to have the same rights granted by the federal government as anyone else
• We would like to know that the other can visit us when we are sick in the hospital as our family
• We wish to know that the other will be the one to make final medical decisions
• We wish to know that the other will be the one to make our final arrangements when we are gone
• We wish to receive what we have built as a couple without having to go through the legal system and without paying estate taxes
• We wish to adopt children as a couple and not as a single individual and then go through the WHOLE process again to have a second parent adoption granted
• We wish to not be outcast from the communities that we live and work in simply because of who we love
• We wish to have ALL the same privileges that heterosexuals take advantage of EVERY day without even realizing it is a privilege

So hear is what The2Mikes decided to do that last week of 2011. We are going to put our lives out there, so that anyone can see what our lives are like. During 2012 we will post events, issues, trips and the everyday living of our lives here in the northwest panhandle of Florida. Some things may be very gay focused but I have a feeling 90% of the post will show two people who love one another and working to exist in this world. It will show how we strive to achieve our goals and how we support one another on those rainy days of life.

I will post my items via blogging. I have a feeling Mikey will post most of his items via pictures and vlogging. We both look forward to what materializes from this site over the next year. We both hope that through out posting that you get a sense of who we are as humans, as a couple, as a family, our friends, our family, and our lives.

So I only have one more thing to say, Welcome to an insight into the lives of The2Mikes!

Last week we took the girls, Tilly (a saluki) and Corri (a cocker spaniel/golden retriever mix), to the veterinarian. All the reports came back great with the exception that Tilly has lost some muscles in her hind legs due to lack of exercise. The solution: she needs to be walked in order for her to get the exercise she needs. What, being in the backyard and sleeping all day does not constitute exercise? Well, okay. If we must we will. 5:30 pm today, Mikey and I decide to go for a walk and take the girls. We get the leashes out and the second Corri sees hers she goes ballistic. When she sees the leashes she knows it is time for adventure. We get the leashes on the girls and head out the door. We start down the sidewalk and on our way.

Now, it has been over a year (maybe two years) since the girls have been on a walk. In the past, Corri would walk all over the place taking in the smells. She moved from left to right; in the grass and on the sidewalk. All the while, her head is down and she is smelling. Tilly walked with her head down and moving directly ahead. The leash usually has no slack in it and she is on her mission. Her eyes are focused in front and all her stimulation is taken in through her vision. Because one moves in a direct line and the other moves left to right, Corri usually trips up Tilly with the leash and it becomes the frustrating part of the walk. That was not the case tonight.

Remember, there is a point to the walk. Tilly needs to get exercise to build up her legs. So here is the picture tonight. Corri is excited about the walk. She is moving left to right and taking in the smells. Tilly, however, is slow to get started. She stays to the side of Mikey and seems to be slow. There is no mission to her walk. As we turn on to the other street she begins to move into the mode we are familiar with. Her head is angled slightly down and her legs are moving gracefully. She is herself! We make it to the end of the street and turn around. Corri is taking in the smells and Tilly begins to slow down a bit. As we come to the end of the walk Tilly is tired. She makes it the last stretch by Mikey’s side or even at times behind him. we can tell she is relieved to be home. She has spent the rest of the evening sleeping on the couch and not moving from couch to chair to couch as she usually does.

As we walked, I began to realize that humans are not much different than dogs as far as the aging process. Tilly is getting older and we are beginning to see the effects on her. I began to reflect on my own aging process. By watching Tilly tonight I can see my future path. It may not be for several years, but at some point, I will walk slower and take in less. A walk of thirty minutes will feel like and hour. And I know that I will be happy to arrive at the door step of our home. I will be happy to simply doze on the couch as I recover from a simple task which I accomplished.

As we begin 2012, it is important to reflect and remember what we learned over the last year. It is a time to remember and a time to plan for the future 366 days. We hope for a better year and have faith that we will accomplish new goals. I know I will be presented with new challenges but due to what I learned in the past I will be able to over come each one. And just like Tilly, I will approach this new year one step at a time. I will enjoy the walk. I also know each walk will become easier and easier as long as I stick to the goals I set for myself. If I stumble along the way (and I know I will) I will have my friends and family to help me up. For as I love them, I know they love me as well.