Exposition:

  • At a LGBT rights protest, possibly holding a sign. I’m not completely sure what I’m going to say here yet, probably something along the lines of:
    • My name is Barbara Gittings and I am the mother of the gay rights movement.

Conflict:

  • I have spent the early years of my life being told that I have a disease. A disease that can’t always be cured, a horrible illness that is a departure from the norm.
  • The word lesbian has been permanently stamped onto my forehead, this so-called “character flaw” overshadowing the rest of my personality. Well, guess what? I am not defined by my sexuality.

Rising Action:

  • Talk about how there wasn’t accurate representation of LGBT people, and how I needed to learn about what it meant to be gay on my own.
    • I searched for books about LGBT people but “what I found was puzzling. It was me they were talking about, but it wasn’t me at all. It was very clinical; it didn’t speak of love; it didn’t have very much humanity to it.”
    • They were trying to tell me who I was and who I ought to be. I am not a stereotypical lesbian.
    • I am my own person, and the fact that I like girls doesn’t make me the same as others in the LGBT community.

Climax:

  • The discrimination I have witnessed, and the insults I have received throughout the years have only inspired me to fight back.

Falling Action:

  • Talk about things she is doing (protesting for gay rights, standing up, etc).

Resolution:

  • Direct quote: “Now for [48] years I’ve had the satisfaction of working with other gay people all across the country to get the bigots off our backs, to oil the closet door hinges, to change prejudiced hearts and minds, and to show that gay love is good for us and for the rest of the world too.”