But there is no biblical mandate to deny LGBTQ Idahoans equality under the law. Adding the Words will not require religious organizations to change their theology or practice. It will prevent people from denying housing, employment, or services to people because of their sexual orientation or gender identity.
When kids come home from school feeling unwanted, they should be able to come home feeling accepted for who they are. This tragedy should not have happened, but because it has, parents should be more aware of their kids' feelings.
I feel too many women -- poets or not -- are asked to explain themselves, their bodies, their desires. I want to present a world which is already stripped down; its foundation is that it does what it wants. I would like that of my life in many ways.
I've recently come to realize that that scared child is still very present inside me, and he's been responsible for many of the fear-based choices I've made in my life. He's also very responsible for the fears that I still allow to prevent me from living my adult gay life to the fullest, without concern about parental disappointment and eternal damnation.
There is a lot of hurt on all sides that boils to the surface when we learn of the suicide of a teen who was desperate for clarity, for acceptance, for love, and for inner peace. But instead of doing the challenging work of finding entry points for discussion that can lead to understanding and eventually acceptance and healing, so often we're reinforcing this "us vs. them" dichotomy.
I spent nearly 20 years disgusted with pesky, relentless, unwanted attractions to other men. I turned to church and Jesus to make me "normal" in hopes that I would like women more. It took me years to recognize just how much harm I done in suppressing and demonizing my desires for other men.
It was the early '90s. Southern Indiana. My entire world revolved around Jesus, and I was hiding the darkest secret. "I'm gay." I remember scribbling those words into my cheap, paperback journal.
Hank recently recounted his story in Kevin Allison's popular stage show and podcast RISK. He candidly talks about his childhood struggle for acceptance in his family and church, which I found hilarious, sad and surprising. Even if you aren't gay or Asian, there are universal truths about family and the holidays that everyone can relate to.
I wonder if we can get something a little more complex and interesting from reflecting on the whole incident beyond simply reaffirming our own preexisting propensity to either condemn or congratulate.
I truly believe if American Christians stayed more focused on the message and teachings of Jesus, many lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people would not have the annual angst of searching for home for the holidays.
LGBTQ students in Catholic boards face the added dimension of shame and self-hatred from entrenched homophobia in the church. As a gay Christian, I'm all too familiar with these experiences.
Recently a friend expressed how much it bothers her when gay men go on about "how gross vaginas are." She feels it's a betrayal of the unspoken alliance between gay men and straight ladies. I thought about how it bothers me too, but for different reasons.
While I'm no stranger to the push-back that being both gay and a drag queen elicits from many religious folks, I am struck by the hateful manner in which many people attempt to mask their bigoted thoughts in pseudo-Christian comments as if to convince readers that they themselves speak for God.
In 2005, two congregations left the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.). In 2006, three churches departed. But the floodgates have lifted since then as decades-old tensions between liberals and conservatives have reached breaking points.
I am well aware that any depiction of human relationships in a novel cannot ignore the fact that sex, however described or disguised, is a primal motivating condition of our existence. Indeed, even if the act itself is not referred to in action or description, it is always there, however coded, and can't be ignored by reader or writer.
I was orphaned when my mother Millie died nine years ago. My biological mother went back to being a Jehovah's Witness and now says she regrets being with Millie for 20-some-odd years. "Les di un mal ejemplo," she says. That's B.S. See, Millie is the one who loved me -- tender, unconditional, I-believe-in-you love.