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.
It isn't just our homosexual "being" that God "tolerates" but our homosexual "doing" -- our romantic, erotic, loving relationships -- that God creates, ordains, and declares good in Hebrew and Christian scriptures.
There aren't a lot of Bible verses that are directly applicable to transgender issues, and of those there are contradictions and a lot of room for interpretation. What does it say about your soul if you're willing to gamble the lives of other people's children, to put them at extreme risk of great or even fatal harm, on faulty assumptions?
Followers of Jesus need to strive for this holiness, which many of us glimpse in Tim Cook's brave statement about his hope for a world in which every person is valued and loved.
Many are no doubt disappointed at the seeming failure of the final relatio or report issued on Oct. 18th by the special synod or meeting of bishops that began in Rome beginning Oct. 5th.
For many, the very idea of an African American pastor or clergyperson publicly embracing LGBT equality is unimaginable. You know the story; the Black Church is conservative and homophobic. That story is shifting.
For those of you who are determined that we suffer and be held accountable for our mistakes, we can only say that the pain of knowing how deeply we wronged our son and not being able to sit down across from him and ask for his forgiveness is agony beyond all attempt to describe it.
Until our LGBTQ sisters and brothers are afforded true equality across the board, and until we recognize that heterosexual privilege is real and should be used to liberate others from their marginalized positions, we're compelled to keep the drumbeat for justice going.
I bet you all the money in the Vatican's coffers that Bill Donahue of the Catholic League is still screaming in his office -- or on Fox News -- as you read this. So I take all of this "news" with a grain of salt -- a huge grain of Mediterranean Sea salt.
I think about Harvey's impassioned plea quite often. It whispers in my brain with both inspiration and reservation -- inspiration because, as an out woman, I have experienced what only coming out will teach you, and reservation because, as a Christian, I also know that coming out and purging all secrets can be a dangerous, painful prospect.
Religion aside, I firmly believe that those who argue that homosexuality is a choice do so in order to justify senseless beatings of gays and lesbians, and continued discrimination and mistreatment against them. I also believe without a doubt that it is a choice to be a nasty human being.
I won't love them despite their sexuality, and I won't love them because of it. I will love them; simply because they're sweet, and funny, and caring, and smart, and kind, and stubborn, and flawed, and original, and beautiful... and mine.