I can't really pinpoint the moment when I knew I was gay because it was such a gradual unveiling due to constant repression.
I learned that being gay is an inborn trait no different than height and hair color. After all, if it weren't, don't you think centuries of fervent efforts to rid humanity of it would have shown at least some modicum of success? Yet here we are.
Religion does not exempt civil servants from civil duties--nor should it, because public officials, whether appointed, elected, or merely hired, do not act as individual believers but as representatives of the state.
I also realize that sometimes parents don't expect or want their children to be gay, in the same way they don't expect or want their children to go around acting like 1970s Thor but sometimes they are one of these things, and sometimes they are both.
When young people have angsted at me about the gay debate, I've just told them to follow Jesus--to seek to honor Him with their sexuality and love others well.
I was put on this Earth to live the often fabulous -- though frequently maligned -- life of a homosexual. Sling your accusatory rhetoric at me all you want. But to use Bible verses to taint someone's existence, his very life, as a sin because he is attracted to someone of the same-sex is deplorable.
The high divorce rate in the United States has long been a source of great frustration to the church. It sees heterosexual marriage as the bedrock of society and exhorts its followers to stay married at any cost, but few seem to listen to the advice.
In 2015, being a 30-year-old virgin and living in Las Vegas seems highly unlikely and almost impossible. Virginity and Sin City are like vinegar and oil -- they don't mix. For me, being a virgin and living in Las Vegas is everyday life.
A Mississippi newspaper organization banning gay wedding announcements told employees to keep their opinions to themselves.
It was scheduled to rain on a big day for my alma mater, and a university big wig told a reverend to pray for God to hold the rain. The reverend chided, "God might have bigger things to worry about. Maybe he even wants it to rain."
As a hetero woman, who has never (ever) dreamt of a wedding day, I was still profoundly moved and delighted by the second SCOTUS ruling on June 26th.
I knew, even as a small child, how meaningful it was that my mother insisted on a life of truth, beauty, love and justice. Her courageous choices were about her, and they were also very much about us, her kids. She knew she had to live a life that would show her children how to fully live.
I've watched the conservative nonprofit Catholic Vote anti-gay PSA video a dozen times since it appeared in my news feed last night.
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