When this song was released, I was going through a really weird time in my life. I was around the age of 14 or 15, at the time, and was a freshman in high school. I didn’t have many friends, but I did hang out with one girl who was my closest friend at the time. We hung out in a small group every day during lunchtime and one of her friends would always make fun of me.
I once wore a pair of white knee high socks that had a rainbow around the top of them. I thought they were really cool because where the rainbow was, there was a little zipper.I could put money in the little pocket. Because there was a rainbow, this guy just assumed I was gay and every single day he called me “the goth lesbian chick." That was actually a nicer version of what he actually called me. Point is that because I wore a pair of rainbow socks one day to school, I was instantly labeled a “Lesbian” and I didn’t get it. I had a boyfriend and never really liked girls.
After a while I realized that I did have a crush on one girl, but I shrugged it off. I mean it was only one girl. Then I started liking a girl in my science class. Well, not to long after "Same Love" played on the radio.
I remember the first time I ever heard the song. I was in the car with my grandma and my brother. I was sitting in the passenger seat enjoying the radio while I stared out the window as I always did. Then the first verse played and I remember being intrigued immediately by the way it sounded. Then I really listened to the lyrics.
A bunch of stereotypes all in my head / I remember doing the math like Yeah, I'm good a little league / A preconceived idea of what it all meant
After this line I felt someone understood. I’ve learned that people will judge you within seconds of meeting you. Society labels you as whatever they want to.
I started doing my research and tried to understand a little bit more about what it even means to be part of the LGBT+ community. I wasn’t raised in a home where being LGBT+ was normal. I just kept thinking, “I’ve liked two girls before. Does that mean I’m gay? Does that mean no one will accept me?" I’ve come to find out that none of that matters.
I learned at that moment I like both guys and girls. If society wants to label me as a Lesbian when I’m with a girl, and straight when I’m with a guy, or confused when I’m single, then that is fine. What anyone else labels you as doesn’t matter. Sure, most people think I'm just confused because I've never been with a girl, but what really matters is what you label yourself as. What matters is you accept yourself.
I listened to "Same Love" so many times when all of this was happening and even more when I accepted that I am bisexual.
A few days ago I listened to the song again. Every word means so much to me.
When I came out I got a lot of support. I also got equal amounts of hate with a lot of people telling me I didn’t know what I wanted. It tore me down for so long. I never understood how someone could be so offended by something that doesn’t even concern them. There is so much hate in this world not just against the LGBT+ community, but against anything that is ever slightly different.
The line, “I might not be the same, but that's not important” tells it all. No matter what your race is, what gender you are, what religion you chose or even what your sexuality is, it doesn’t define us as a whole. Why people judge you over who you want to love will never make sense to me.
What about if you share your love or your hate? What about how nice you were to others? Or how hard you worked for your dreams? Does any of that ever happen to cross the minds of our society? This is not just a song. It is an eye opener.
While I do wish labels weren’t a thing, they are and I don’t know if they will ever go away. Which is why I might as well be proud of my label and you should too. Lesbian, gay, straight, asexual, bisexual, etc. You are human. We are all human. In the end we’re the same.
We all have a brain and a heart. We all have eyes and ears. We all have a heartbeat and we all have things that we are passionate about, as well as things that make us sad. So to anyone who thinks it matters who someone else loves, start thinking about something more important like what you want to do with your life. Remember that what you think of someone else isn’t a reflection on them. It is a reflection of who you are.
I guess what I’m trying to get at is I hope one day this will be a world full of love instead of hate. Maybe not, but it doesn’t hurt to dream. Every person in this world has the ability to make a difference. You have the power to push towards a good change. I hope when I have kids one day that they’ll grow up in a safer, more accepting world than the one I was raised in. And yeah maybe that is a little far fetched, but I will never stop fighting for that. Not in this lifetime. And I hope those of you reading this will do the same.