I am a teacher.
And if you've been following Saskatchewan's news at all recently, you'd surely know that I spent the past two days on strike.
I am a teacher.
And I am a gay man.
I am a gay teacher who happens to be a man.
I am a man who happens to be gay and a teacher.
I am a teacher who happens to be gay and a man.
I am not happy with my government. I don't know if I will be happy with them when an agreement is made regarding the funding of teachers in our province. I know that the current goals of teachers are unrealistic if only because the public thinks it is demanding too much - in reality, it is about where we should end up, if not aiming a little low. We won't end up there though. We will have to give up more than a third, maybe half, of what we want and deserve in a raise.
But I am not going to complain about politics. Or my job.
I am going to complain about being a teacher who happens to be a man who happens to be gay (which means I happen to like men).
Because education is a big part of where my heart is, and I am seeing it mix with sexuality in some pretty disastrous ways right now.
In Burnaby, B.C. (my future home). And the state of Tennessee (which I doubt is my future home).
More on both later.
