As in any state of the Union, good and bad things happen in Texas. As in any city or town in our country, things happen in our state's beautiful capital, Austin, that can make one feel ashamed and that can make one feel proud.
I mean, really, if Scientology can call itself a Church, why can't we? I don't know about you, but I could use some tax-exempt status when I bang the old headboard. And we could finally use protections afforded freedom of religion by the Constitution.
The tweet immediately following where the Chick-Fil-A related tweet should be is one that says: "Your past is past. It can't hurt you unless you let it." If this is the case, one must wonder why Warren felt the need to delete the tweet supporting Chick-Fil-A.
I write about the hatred of LGBT people in Eastern Europe by religious and governmental authorities. I write about Jamaica where hating gays is a popular topic for music lyrics and where murders are escalating. Pride and persecution are both real. We rejoice in the good and confront the evil.
I have decided I don't need a contract to declare or define my relationship. I understand and respect that others see it as more than that, but right now I am not interested. But I deserve the right to make that choice for myself and not have someone else make it for me.
I personally haven't "just concluded" that gay and lesbian Americans should be treated fairly and equally. I concluded this a very long time ago, when the most loved person in the world to my wife and myself, our young son, told us that he was gay.
Recently my wife and I realized that while our older son could recite the egg/sperm/donor story at age 2, we're not sure what our younger son knows about his beginnings. We decided to wait for a teachable moment to arrive, which happened one morning last week.