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Somewhere Over the RainbowBy Sally KohnIn , a gay man named Gilbert Baker met the prominent gay rights leader Harvey Milk, who, four years later, would be assassinated just months after becoming one of the first openly gay people ever elected to public office in the United States Milk challenged the gifted sewer, to come up with a symbol for gay pride And so Gilbert Baker designed the rainbow pride flagThe rainbow flag has been the international symbol of gay pride ever since, and when I was in college in the late s, I owned every decorative rainbow flag item imaginable I went to college at the George Washington University in Washington, DC, only a few hours away from my hometown of Allentown, Pennsylvania, but light years away culturally Allentown had one small gay bar with blacked out windows Washington had a whole gayborhood, with bars and restaurants and coffee shops And stores Where I bought all the rainbow stuff I had earrings and necklaces and T shirts and socks and shoelaces and you name it All of which I often wore at the same time I wanted the entire world to know that I was gay very gay and proud of itMy parents were always supportive, from the moment I came out of the closet in high school to every month during college when, thankfully, they paid the bill for the credit card that paid for all the rainbow stuff They also helped pay for flights to visit my high school girlfriend, who was in college in Massachusetts and whose parents had openly disapproved of us both when they found out about our relationship So I had this strange mix my own parents being intensely loving and supportive, my girlfriend and I sneaking around behind her parents backs Still, many kids had it way worse, and even my girlfriends parents eventually begrudgingly accepted us though years later, when we were living together, they would visit and literally not talk to me, so that was weird But like I said, others had it worseWhich is to say, other than my girlfriends resentful parents, Id never really dealt with anything I felt to be homophobia Despite the larger climate of homophobia in America in the s and s, I had a gay friendly family I went to a pretty gay friendly high school where there were other openly gay kids and couples And then I went to a gay friendly college in a gay friendly city where, every Halloween, drag queens raced in high heels down the main street in the gayborhood I was living a charmed, pride flag laden gay lifeOr thats how I remember it, anyway Reality was a bitcomplicated I felt that my girlfriends parents really hated me and my existence, and certainly our relationship, and they were a constant source of strain And all around me there was a growing reactionary right wing movement and a rising cultural backlash against the sorts of acceptance and progress I felt in other parts of my life And then there was one afternoon during my freshman year, when I came home from class to find that someone had written a homophobic epithet on the message board on my dorm room door I actually dont remember what it was I think it was faggot, but I really dont remember And thats the point At the time, I was devastated, furious, shattered I thought Id come to this gay mecca, far away from my girlfriends hateful parents and the anguish they caused me, surrounded by cool, cosmopolitan kids who all were down with the gay thing And then someone pierced my bubble with a single word scrawled on my door I remember calling my girlfriend and crying, and that there was a dorm meeting to address it I remember how insecure it made me feel, like the sense of support I felt could disappear at any moment And all that would leave me with was my still insecure, searching, grasping little self not really knowing who I was or how to be proud of myself on my own, decorating with pride to disguise my own internal discomfort Which at that age wasnt about being gay, or just about being gay, but about everything I remember all those feelings, the fear and sadness But I cant for the life of me remember what actual word it was that hateful person wrote on my doorBecause it all feels a million miles away now The epithet The girlfriends parents The rainbow flags I actually see pride earrings in stores now and have to stifle some sort of gag reflex, not only sartorial but political because I cant believe I ever wore a necklace made out of metal rainbow links, or felt that I had to Im not less gay now, not at all Maybe even the contrary, now that Im a public figure and a very publicly gay one at that But my fledgling sense of my identity my definition of myself in the face of hostility and thus my desire to clad myself in a sort of armor of pride feels so sad to me now Back then, I too often let others define me including those who didnt approve of my life or my choices The hate from my girlfriends parents and that person who wrote on my door encircled me, imprisoned me, had waypower over my consciousness and sense of self than I could admit I put on the gay pride paraphernalia on the outside because I couldnt always muster what I needed on the inside Pride was something to buy because it wasnt something I hadAnd yet, just twenty years later, I cant precisely remember what that hateful word was that was scrawled on my dorm room door Half my life later and Im now called way worse words on a pretty much daily basis, and I couldnt care less My sense of self is strong and only growing I have a partner whom I met after college and whose parents are loving and supportive and together we have a daughter and a dog and a community of friends, all of whom are as accepting and loving as I ever could have hoped for And yet even then it doesnt matter as much because I love and accept myselfthan my teenage self ever could have dreamed, not just the gay parts but all the parts, the parts I thought were rough and weird and unfortunate and now appreciate as what makes me uniquely, wonderfully me I dont remember what that person wrote on my door all those years ago because I dont care any Their hate doesnt define me I define myselfAfter a spate of suicides by teens a few years ago, gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender adults started sharing messages that It Gets Better And I remember thinking It all gets better Not just being gay Everything Every second that Im alive, I becomecomfortable in my own skin,okay with my own faults and foibles,enthusiastic about my gifts and ambitions Andgenuinely proud, not because I bought pride at a store to put on myself, but from something I found within Eventually With timeI wish I could go back and tell my younger self that it would all be okay, that the problems that seemed so big then would eventually fade to the point of forgetting that instead of swallowing and internalizing hate and anger, I would grow strong enough to fight them And yet, in my way, I did persist even then I stayed with that girlfriend for several years after high school in spite of, or perhaps because of, her parents hate And I wore that damn gay pride paraphernalia like I was a float in my own parade, defying the world around me with every bead and thread And that resistance was beautiful and brave in its own way even if it was tackySally Kohn is a CNN political commentator and columnistAn unflinchingly honest book that should be required reading for every young person in America Kirkus Reviews,starred review This is an invaluable collection of snapshots of American society, revealing instances of overcoming racism, bullying, and other troubling issues that need to be recognized, acknowledged, and addressed VOYA,starred review