On June 5th, I wrote Calling Him Caitlyn.
I knew I was going against the general consensus. That is what prompted me to write it. My dad has described it as me saying the Emperor isn’t wearing any clothes.
But I want to talk about the comments that were posted in reply.
A majority of you didn’t agree. Some of you didn’t know or didn’t choose to take a stance either way, and some of you agreed with me.
The thing is it doesn’t really matter if you agree. There comes a point where it’s us and our convictions, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling in a dark room, and there’s nothing that will change our mind. I get that.
But those of you who read my post and disagreed—some of you are even bloggers I know rather well (from stalking your sites), so I feel like we’re friends—you disagreed with me, and that’s fine.
If you disagreed with me from the start, it took something for you to continue reading, whether it be curiosity, fabulous writing, or respect of my opinion. That means a lot to me.
In the long run of writing, a writer just wants to be read. So thank you for listening to what I had to say.
Furthermore, a woman named Julie Rankin made this comment: “What a kind, mature audience you have on your blog!”
On Twitter, people were nasty. They called me names and “disrespectful.” They hadn’t even read my post. My only reply was that disagreeing with someone isn’t disrespect. Though inside, I couldn’t believe that people who boast in the way of “the new normal” and “keeping an open mind; no judging” could be so down and harsh to one person who disagreed with their opinion. That hardly seemed fair.
Even though several of you may have disagreed with me, you did it in a kind way. No one attacked me. Some were even kind enough to agree with a point or two, even if they didn’t concede with the whole thing.
In some weird, mushy way, I do feel like we’re a big creepy family here. The kind of family that lives miles apart and is about 87.4% certain other family members aren’t total, serial killer psychos.
It’s kinda sweet.
I like the imaginary we’re-all-sitting-at-a-mahogany-table-sipping-coffee-and-discussing-writing atmosphere that is the comment section. And I’m so happy that this post has proven that the comment section is a safe place to discuss and disagree in a kind, mature fashion, like Julie said.
For my blog to spur on kindness and respect is something for me to be proud of. I don’t know if I have anything to do with it, if it’s my content, or simply a God thing.
I may disagree with someone. You may disagree with my disagreeing. But my job in both writing and my faith in God isn’t to force anyone to agree, but merely to share my views and my experiences, lay it out in front of you, and let you decide.
So thank you to those who read my words. That’s all I ask.
And I hope we can continue to be a big creepy family that lives miles apart and is about 87.4% certain other family members aren’t total, serial killer psychos.
Because, it’s kinda sweet.