writer's blockEvery once in a while when it’s time to sit down and write my weekly blog, I get writers block. Today is one such day. I’m sitting her contemplating what to write about and nothing – I mean NOTHING – is coming into my mind.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve just about used up everything I know, everything I think and I’ve already said everything there is to say on the topic of LGBTQ rights or being a parent of an LGBTQ child. That can’t possibly be true, but it sure feels that way today.

There’s a lot I could say about the state of affairs for the LGBTYQ community in America. But I don’t really want my blog to be political or be about politics.

There’s been a lot in the news about transgender rights. I can’t claim to understand what it feels like to be in the wrong body or to know the freedom of finally being able to be your authentic self. I can’t understand the fear many transgender people experience when going out in public or the fear of just using the restroom or the fear of being assaulted. What I do understand is that transgender people are just people. They are no different than I when it comes down to it. Seeing a hateful attack aimed at Jazz Jennings or trying to implement a new ban on transgender people serving in the military breaks my heart. There was a time when I would have been a target just for being Jewish but that was before my time. For me, this is so similar – people being attacked for who they are, for something they have no control over and really no choice about. I suppose I or my mother could have chosen not to be Jewish. There were Jews during the days of extreme persecution who did just that. If someone who is transgender pretends to be the gender they were assigned at birth, it could mean severe depression and lead to suicide. Some transgender people choose to live stealth – that is not revealing they are transgender. Some don’t have that choice.

Why there is such vitriol toward transgender people is beyond my understanding. Why can’t we just let people live their lives and live ours; treat others as we would want to be treated, love our neighbors as ourselves? No easy answers here, only hard questions. What are your thoughts?