Now that I feel a ton better for berating the local workforce, I'll say that C and S were quite the couple, even with their questionable breakfast joint recommendation. These two rascals are related to me through some sort of long marriage chain, involving somewhere between 2 and 10 marriages. The details are sketchy. Meeting relatively distant family members is something that I'm really enjoying about this journey, and it has been unexpected. Many of my Facebook friends are family, to one extent or another, that I may have spent little to no time with. Now, I've got this great opportunity to finally get to know them. . . the basics, at least. But it's a start, and if nothing else, I'm glad that I can more easily put faces to the names that I hear. And who wouldn't want to picture those faces?
I met with S and A, fans of human rights and constant reminders that I can be better and do more, this afternoon. Since Idaho sometimes forgets to treat all of her citizens with dignity, I asked them for an update on Idaho politics. Here's what I found out.
According to Idaho law, it’s currently legal to fire someone or deny them housing simply because they are gay or trans-gender. Consequently, Pocatello, a city of around 54,000 in southeast Idaho, took matters into its own hands and passed an ordinance which “prohibits discrimination against a person in the areas of housing, employment and public accommodations, based upon that person’s sexual orientation and gender identity/expression.” Now, a newly-formed committee is working to pass Prop 1, a ballot measure designed to repeal Pocatello’s Non-Discrimination Ordinance.
I think it's wrong that a person can be fired because she is gay. I think it's wrong that Idaho, a state that has so much potential, allows it. I think it's wrong that a committee was formed to repeal a non-discrimination ordinance. And I think it's wrong that I wouldn't have thought these things were wrong twenty years ago. That's why I am joining S and A in supporting Fair Pocatello, the campaign dedicated to defeating Prop 1. If you'd care to join me, please donate here.
But if you want to hang with S at her home, you've got to be able to take the good with the bad. If you can't handle the possibility that S will walk right through that closed bathroom door and see your naked butt, you aren't ready for S's home. If you'd freak out if woken up at 2am by S turning on the television and cranking up the volume, you don't belong.
It's a blessing and a curse, that magical southeastern Idaho hobby farm. It's a place where time stands still, livestock is treated as beloved household pets, and the day's biggest concern is contemplating whether you should feel guilty for spending the entire day doing whatever it is you want to be doing while never even considering anything else. I've heard that it wasn't always that way, that there was a time when the magic was different, that its effects caused real-life problems. But I can't concern myself with that. All I see, because all I've experienced, is the wonder and joy of that place, and of that woman, my mother-in-law, S.