I do not want to have a straight marriage, but I would never tell you that you are going to hell because you want one. I would also never speak for God and claim to know what He/She/It wants and/or thinks is morally permissible.
This is so saddening, it's it?
We can't get over ourselves. Still, in 2012, we are fighting the same battle with different players;
"YOU need to be this and do this and be this way and not be the way that comes natural to you because that is what GOD wants! It says it right here in the Bible - GOD wants it and GOD hates FAGS."
I spent so much of my time being afraid of life. I was afraid to be me and say what I wanted to say. I was afraid to go to school because everyday I had to deal with being called a faggot and wondering how many times I would have to pretend not to hear it in a 24-hour period.
Do you know what it's like to be 13 years old and have to figure out alternative ways to get to class so you don't have to walk by certain people? Kids are committing suicide in middle school for SOME reason.
Do you know what it feels like to fall in love with someone and then have everybody around you tell you that your love is disgusting and unholy and repulsive?
I just don't understand it. Why the controversy? Why do you STILL insist on telling us all that what we are doing is wrong? Does it make sense that we would purposely put ourselves through all this controversy because we woke up and decided to be different - to be hated.
Do you REALLY think that we need to pray about being gay and ask God to take it away from us? It's a lifestyle, it's a sexual preference... it's not cancer for fuck's sake.
I hate to burst your bubble, but I wouldn't change it for anything.
Since I moved to Chicago I have met some of the most amazing people. Artists, actors, painters, cooks, friends, lovers, sports fanatics, booze hounds, execs, lemmings, and so on and so on... I don't think they would pray for forgiveness either.
GodHatesFags.com? I would like to think that 1-God doesn't hate, and 2-If God did hate, He/She/It would hate, hate.
I don't know... It's all becoming extremely hurtful. I don't LOVE the thought of having sex with someone who is morbidly obese but what kind of person what I be to post all over Facebook/Twitter/G+/Blogger/MySpace how disgusting and damnable a person is who does, is? I mean seriously, someone PLEASE explain to me...
What. The. Fuck. Does. It. Matter?
Don't like gay-sex? Don't have it. Me marrying someone I love won't make you queer. I promise. I'm not going to have sex with my husband on the front lawn of your church.
I'm grateful to be in a place like Chicago because this place gets in your blood. I never realized how much of my personality I had to hide living in Dayton, Ohio. Again, it hurts my feelings knowing that there are places in the world where you really can be whoever and whatever it is you want to be and I suffocated myself and allowed the Southern Baptist agenda to beat me into the dirt over...and over...and over again.
Change takes time and this is going to be a long journey. But for the sake of the gays in your family, and believe me, YOU have gays in your family and they're probably terrified to tell you because of all the negativity you spew, keep your fag-bashing off of social media. It all started as a place for friends and look what we've done to ourselves.